Fighters, models, musicians, artists. Fake blood, real people.
Shot at Punishment Training Center — Tito Ortiz's gym in Huntington Beach, California.
A portfolio shoot for a makeup artist who wanted to prove she could do real damage — bruises, splits, blood, the works.
A model wanted something for her book that wasn't another clean headshot. So we built a Wonderland gone wrong — a sea of stuffed animals, a cleaver, a Queen of Hearts who clearly lost the plot. Innocence with the stuffing pulled out.
A restaurant and nightclub in Downtown LA, shot the whole space after dark the way you actually feel it — candlelight, fire pits, the skyline over the patio. No flat real-estate lighting.
Stylized shoots — models building books, a boutique closing out a line, friends who wanted something for a wall. Different rooms, different clothes, one idea: make it read like an editorial, not a snapshot.
Players shot like the records they're chasing. Suits, guitars, hard light, nobody smiling for the camera.
Two people, shot honestly. Some for the wall at home, some just because the light was right. Faces optional.
One-offs that don't belong to a series and don't need to. A stranger in a chair, a baby, a band tee. Good frames are good frames.
