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.
For all the people that ask me why everyone looks so miserable in fashion, this one is for you: Yes, models can smile! It's true - on the runways ...
Occidente Nuevo: Recycled Tijuana is a project by Minnesota-based professors and collaborating photographers Laura Migliorino and Anthony Marchetti.
I'm following the line of my own story by studying the intersection points with the stories of others. My tools are photography and curiosity. Rebecca Solnit writes that "empathy is first of all an act of the imagination," allowing you to leave your own narrative and step into the story of another.
I have compiled 25 photographs for this essay -- taken in multiple locations since 2009, including cities on four continents. The photographs are presented in black and white, to better show the contrast between the human and built environment, yet also emphasize the undeniably symmetry between.
Once out to sea we changed our bearing for south and sailed down the coast of Hoy. Its majestic cliffs were stunning and soon the famous "Old Man of Hoy" came into view.