Uncategorized — Mel @ 11:42 pm

What I thought was an end turned out to be a middle.
What I thought was a brick wall turned out to be a tunnel.
What I thought was an injustice
turned out to be a color of the sky.

Outside the youth center, between the liquor store
and the police station,
a little dogwood tree is losing its mind;

overflowing with blossomfoam,
like a sudsy mug of beer;
like a bride ripping off her clothes,

dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds,

so Nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene.
It’s been doing that all week:
making beauty,
and throwing it away,
and making more.

~ Tony Hoagland

Old Souls.

Sometimes, I shoot weddings. Admittedly they are not my favourite and I feel they are quite difficult to shoot. But yesterday there was this little flower girl and she was just amazing. Such a little old soul and I had to take pictures of her.


Mitch, was kind enough to do a shoot with me this afternoon. I decided a while ago that I need to shoot more boys and then I met Mitch and he has the most amazing look/vibe (for lack of a better word). Mitch isn’t only a pretty face though, he’s also the lead singer of the Ottomons, an artist and just a very talented person.

Teresa Oman, my new favourite.

I did my all time favourite shoot yesterday with Teresa Oman for Alida Buffalo vintage. Dream Team.


shoot with jessica clark last night.

Sarah Morley

Photo shoot with Sarah.

I wish I could be two people.

Uncategorized — Mel @ 5:29 pm

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Social media cruelty.

Today, I had someone on instagram write a somewhat hurtful message in reply to one of my posts. I don’t know why a negative comment can effect me so much over the hundreds of positive comments I receive in a week but it did upset me, but not because it was mean but because it was based on assumption. This person said that I don’t take fashion photos, I take portrait photos but what this person doesn’t know is that I actually am unable to post editorials and all my look book shoots because they are private until published and even sometimes then I can’t put them on my social media sites. Sometimes I get to put one or two up there but I usually pick the most emotive photos not the photos that are selling the clothes. My instagram is my own, I get to put the work up there that made me feel something when I shot it.

The other thing this person said was in regards to filters. I shoot film as well as digital. The problem is that with film, it’s expensive and sometimes not always practical for big look book shoots. I like shooting with both mediums and both are different. But both are still tools to convey something I want to capture. Digital filters work the same way as polaroids or film. It’s still a process. The photographer of the year was awarded said accolade from shooting a story in the Middle east on his iphone. Yet another tool to tell a story.

If this person ends up reading this, I want you to know that your opinion is not truth. I put a lot of hard hours into my work. I do a lot of shoots for a lot of different companies/labels/people and I always try my hardest. I’ve had many long days and even longer nights trying to perfect my work. And if you think Pablo Neruda is cheesy then I feel really sorry for you.

Work on your own passion instead of trying to stamp out others.

To everyone else who is so beautiful and kind and supportive, I appreciate you so much. Your messages never cease to make me smile. Photography is a continuos journey, one that I am constantly learning from. I’ve never claimed to be an expert, just a wide-eyed child of the world trying to make it count, until the end.


Uncategorized — Mel @ 3:46 am

To create anything meaningful, one has to travel to another place. Not in the physical sense but in the spiritual, emotional sense. You have to tap into this other realm.

It’s almost like being in a dream state when I do a shoot. It is the same exact metamorphosis that I get when I read or write poetry. Or when I stand in an old, entrancing place or when I hear the most eloquent piece of music. It happens whenever I am moved. It is transcendence. The indigenous people of this land called it, the dreaming. Nothing could be more true.

How entirely releasing it is to be free of constraints and throw yourself fully into your passion into creating something that is entirely necessary for your well being and a complete gift to the rest of the world. This is what the whole idea of creation is; a gift that comes from two places, inside of yourself and from the larger universe; together and whole. Meant for all.

Carry me, Ohio.

Photo shoot with Nicole Pritchett.

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