Over the past several months, I have unwittingly embarked upon an extremely topical social experiment. I have become, I wincingly admit, an Instagram food photographer.
In our busy image culture, Yahoo has estimated that 880 billion photographs will be taken this year. The ability to capture, experience, share, search...
This proves that society should not continue to trivialize this field of study. Nonetheless, young artists aren't waiting for their parents or communities to back their endeavors.
I devoted more than a few years to pouring over other wedding photographers' pictures, hungrily seeking inspiration. And you know what it got me? Panic attacks.
While Cassis is known as a fishing village turned touristic haven (and a departure point for dramatic rock faces above the Mediterranean and remarkable inlets along coast, a short distance from Marseille), this essay is hardly a travelogue.
Despite a happy marriage, I have been involved in another relationship for over 25 years. My tryst with photography began way back in 1988. When I was just eight years old, my uncle bought me a Minolta film camera.
Known as Summerwind Mansion, the ruins are well known throughout the country with paranormal investigators, enthusiasts and thrill seekers.
The fact that time is fleeting, that beauty changes, that waistlines thicken and skin grows slack -- although there was relatively little of that among these gorgeous gals, any of whom could have posed for the Lands' End catalog at any point in the past 40 years -- is perhaps a cause for tears. But what impressed me was the way in which the Brown sisters have learned to draw from each others' strength.