I photographed these the day after my grandmother had her first cataract surgery. She looked beautiful--like a tiger who refuses to die. I love her.
Portrait studies of Laci and I.
One of Laci's two sisters.
When I was a young child I used to tell people my favorite color was polkadots...I still do sometimes.
Brandon and London are brothers. I rent out two rooms to their dad and them. They moved in after their dad secretly followed his wife into a stranger's house and caught his wife and the other man fucking.
My Tia Rosa's chihuahua. Her name means "little spark" in Spanish. I have to create a makeshift barrier to my room whenever they visit because she likes to piss in front of my door. I suppose stepping in piss can be a metaphor for something.
London and Brandon are brothers. I rent out two rooms to their dad and them. They moved in after their dad secretly followed his wife into a stranger's house and caught his wife and the other man fucking.
These were created back in the summer of 2011 when I met Laci. I didn't know back then that she would come to shape the rest of my life.
Sometimes my grandmother makes herself dresses from scrap material she buys from the local swap meet. When she came to this country from El Salvador she labored in sweat-like conditions in a factory as a seamstress for more than 25 years chasing the illusory "American Dream". To learn more about her, click here.
One of Laci's two sisters.
I met Liliana at a local dive bar I frequent one summer night. I was wearing a ridiculous Australian outback hat which, in my defense, was pretty awesome. I try not to wear hats anymore though, I feel like a jackass when I do.
Scanned darkroom prints from a self portrait study I embarked on after my younger sister passed away.
Self portraits taken in the aftermath of my sister's death.
Early works with multiple exposure.
When I was with Laci I used to really admire her robe collection she had acquired over the years from different flea markets and thrift stores. I used to like the chiffon and silky ones the best. I kept a red kimono-ish looking one after the breakup. I feel like a Japanese boss when I wear it--that weeps when he disrobes.
I don't know why exactly I felt compelled to shoot this now-defunct band during their month-long residency at The Satellite. Their music was ok, but what I liked better was pretending to be someone different every time I showed up that night, like I was someone who didn't have any decapitated monsters persecuting his thoughts at home.
A temporary departure from my typical multiple exposure and reflection-based work. These are tombstones from the old Evergreen cemetery in East LA. I shot them because they have more character, endurance, and poetry than most people I know.
I shot these quick self portraits a few weeks after the breakup, the day before I went to the barber shop and cut all my hair off. I wanted something to document what I had become over the past few years--a different person.