All Photoshoots

At some point in this process, I convinced myself that I could make a flat lay book at home. You know the ones - thick paper, hard cover, seamless images spread wide. So I sat down with tape, glue, a knife that was probably too blunt, a stack of prints, and the queer audacity to think “Okay how hard can it be, really?” . In my head, I was about to create something charming and artisanal. In reality… let’s just say the tape gave up before I did. Edges slid, glue stuck to plac

Shooting is always the easy part. But picking which photos to keep, and which to cull? That’s where I lose hours. Days. Aphantasia means that I don’t have a mind’s eye. That is, no ability to visualise my memories or imagination. I talk sometimes about photographs being the visual archive for my memory. It’s one of the reasons I tend to overshoot. Looking through the photos, I don’t just see images, I feel the whole night playing back. There are details - memories - in every

The Last Night at The Butterfly Club Lyrics from The Curtain Falls , written by Sol Weinstein in 1961, ( Genius , n.d.). Off comes the...

I got home on Friday night, after dinner, hugs, and chats with Peter, Nathaniel, and Neptune, and just crashed. I cried a lot. I cried...

Friday — The Last Two Nights Begin I didn’t know it yet, but this was the beginning of the end. I headed in to The Butterfly Club on...

This is a fantastic show, and I am immensely grateful I have had the opportunity to be a part of it. I did not want to overshadow these...

Gore Whore & Ms Mutineer: Backstage at The Butterfly Club I’ve been trying to learn from my past shoots, so this time I made sure I was...

Who Killed Anna Key – Opening Night I messaged Anna the day before opening night to see if she had a photographer — she didn’t, and she...

Art War and Other Catastrophes: Tension, Timing & Honest Moments I was supposed to shoot a different show that day, but nothing went to...

Unexpected Access & Emotional Impact This shoot came out of nowhere. I asked my friend Kat (a fellow PSC grad) if they wanted to come...

After the last shoot, Ella and I had a quick phone chat. She mentioned the photos were great, but also that it was a bit disappointing...

Butthole Cabaret: Chaos, Corsets & Community My third time photographing Butthole Cabaret at The Butterfly Club and it was starting to...

Rehearsals, Phone Calls & Finding the Path A morning with Art Wars and Other Catastrophes I’d just emailed Ella Filar about photographing...

Butthole Cabaret: Energy, Intuition & Unexpected Connection This was my second time photographing Butthole Cabaret , the weekly show run...

A Chance Connection with Strewth I reached out to Strewth on the morning of their opening night, not expecting a reply. But to my...

Back at The Butterfly Club This was my first time photographing at The Butterfly Club in a few years. It felt like stepping onto a...