A few years ago, while living in Brooklyn, I got a few images in my head. I'd have loved to try them all out separately - and I guess I still am in some respects - but life gets in the way. I saw the work of someone I can't even remember how to find online at this point - long shots of lonely cold landscapes with one warm focal point. I loved the look and it certainly reminded me of Gregory Crewdson's work, but much less grandiose.
I wondered what was happening on the interior of those focal points.
Working through and parsing different ideas, I landed on something similar but (I hope you agree) totally different than either. I wanted to show a narrative in a single image, capitalize on the warm-cool-contrast idea, make it a little dark in theme and keep all the production costs at nil. After I shot the first image above in our apartment on Bond street (slush puppies) the idea grew. I wanted to shoot the same sort of scene with friends - using them as the models and their actual apartments or houses as the settings. I'd still love to do this, but unfortunately so far Natasha and myself are the only two models in just two scenes that will hopefully grow in number and quality as the years and domiciles progress.
The second image, shot at my family's cabin in Maine is stronger, better acted and more considered. As a bonus, anything that documents that space (my grandfather built it by hand) is something I can get behind.
So far I'm mostly happy - I love the Crewdson-y suggested narrative, the Wes Anderson-y compulsion toward symmetry and rigid composition, and the general unease of the scenes overall. They're best at very high resolution, as many of the details get lost at web resolutions, so please, click through to the gallery and see them larger - and even better, see them on Flickr in gigantavision.