Babe Sauce and Co.
A spicy shoot for Babe Sauce and Co. clothing line.
Had an awesome time at the end of last month shooting with Babe Sauce and Co. for her new clothing line she just released.
We hit up different spots around town, inspired by the shoot we did with Akyros Studio, from a skatepark to Walmart.
Enjoy and stay spicy.
Skatepark
*Got "politely" asked to leave, so couldn't get as much images as we planned.
Laundry Mat
Hot Slices
Waffle House
Walmart
* Made by Babes
Solo Universal Trip
A quick trip with a camera into Universal
Despite having an annual pass, I don't go and visit Universal Studios or Islands of Adventure as often as I should. Because I was meeting with my mom in the area and I happen to bring my camera along, I decided to take a solo trip to Universal and Islands of Adventure and take some photos. Here they are.
Black&White
Those who follow me on Instagram know that I have been editing a lot of photos in B&W to study and get more familiar with light and how it interacts the world. Here are the B&W version of the same photos.
Renee Gabrielle
A golden morning with Renee and a motorcycle
I only knew Renee from casual interaction at the coffee shop; bonded by mutual friendships. When I heard that she got a CL125 and was trying to get into modeling I knew that she was the perfect person to do the shoot with Grifter's Onyx Ranger Gloves and Efficacy Clothing Co.'s Speed Demon Tee.
Grifter's Onyx Ranger Gloves
Efficacy Clothing Co Speed Demon
Unfortunately the CL125 wasn't up and running, but Kristen Lassen (aka Lady Lassen) was gracious enough to let us borrow her badass Iron 883 that was built by her dad, Johnny Law Lassen . If you guys don't know the story behind this bike, you guys definitely have to check out the deep history and bond behind this bike, check it out here. So big thanks for letting us borrow it. Take some time and go and give them some love.
One of the greatest thing about being in Orlando, Florida is the amount of eclectic (abandoned) buildings that are scattered through the city. It's like playing a treasure hunt, where the treasure is only hidden by your own perspective. We found an abandoned automotive shop and an old A/C factory building that were completely adjacent from each other. The funny thing is that I have been at the location but never noticed how amazing these building were (then again I was never entirely sober here). Hidden treasures.
Renee absolutely killed the shoot and I am excited to share these images with all you guys. It was a morning filled with jokes, personal history, and new friendships. See how Renee is killing it and to collaborate with her check out : www.reneegabrielle.com
It will totally be worth it.
Alright. Less text and more photos.
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Thank you everyone who contributed in creating these visual imageries.
I want to a send a special thanks to my new friend, Eddy in helping me decide on these locations.
See you soon buddy.
Old Home
After more than a decade, me and my brother took a spontaneous trip to go back to the apartment complex that built the first half of our childhood; meeting the new tenants and deeply reminiscing.
Around mid-last year, 2016, I went and visited an Old Home. I lived there from the age of 4 until I was about 11, which makes that about around the year 2002. Since 2002, I have never been back. I really had no need to, I loved my new house (which is the house my parents still live at). Me and my siblings had our own rooms, huge living room space, and a large backyard to run around in. The neighborhood was clean and quiet; a cookie cut suburb. Our family always dreamed of having our own home and this home was that home.
So there was no need to go back to this Old Home. It was just a labyrinth of apartments. All the same long rectangle, with the same lighthouse shaped glass arch to welcome you. But here I was, with my brother, standing in the parking lot of our Old Home. We were there when the asphalt we stood on were first applied, but now it was blemished with pot holes and trash was scattered like freckles. Buildings had cracks, and a lot of the amenities looked as if the owners gave up hope on it. Its hard to say if the Old Home was always like this, glamorized by child innocence or if it was just an evidence of time. Either way, everything felt so familiar, almost as if I never left. We walked around and pointed at old memories and just relived those 7 years one more time.
I remembered the games of manhunt that use to be played within a half mile diameter. I remembered housing my neighbors cat so that she could give birth to her kittens. I remembered the kittens dying of hypothermia because they left them outside while it rained. I remembered the haircuts and the stash of playboys I found when I got those haircuts. I remembered my first crush in the neighborhood and my first group of bullies. I remembered the times my bike always got stolen from our porch. I remembered that this place meant a lot to me, that it was where half of my memory came from. Honestly, I missed it and I was happy to be back.
We never got to meet the family that lived in our old space, but we did get to meet the family that lived right underneath. The family moved from Nigeria recently and this was their first home in the states. A family of seven kids, each one just as curious as the next, beautiful and energetic. We played and took pictures (one kid grabbed my brothers phone and made him chase him).
It was amazing to be back, and relive the memories and build new ones even though it was brief. I hope that the kids we met are able to build amazing memories as I did when I was there. And one day be able to call it their Old Home.
