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Lisa & Greg....We Now Return to Your Wedding Already in Progress on the Sun!

Whole World....Meet Lisa & Greg!  Lisa & Greg.....The Whole World!  Let's just bypass all the sweet innocent compliments and pleasantries because this couple, my stalwart and dedicated blog aficionado's, are the coolest cats and down to earth knuckleheads I've met in a long time and quite frankly, they're so much fun I seriously believe they'd be more comfortable if I sat here and busted their chops as opposed to the kissy kissy fluffy bunny flag waving descriptions that I had ready about them for this blog.

Nope!  Considering the first time that I met Lisa & Greg at Mojo coffee, the three of us were blah, blah, blah-ing away.  Going through the specific details of start times, locations and making sure their photographer was properly weened off his whiskey for the week as to ensure his prompt and well groomed appearance at Hotel Mazarin.  Yes it was a lengthy and in depth chat.  The kind of chat that shared a few laughs but also we all proved that we weren't afraid to touch on the big ticket life items.  Such as our common love for the group of gypsy punks commonly known as Gogol Bordello. For those of you keeping score at home that would bethe name of a band.  A very loud, energetic and sweaty band at that.  Which almost on cue I had realized whilst sipping my 1000 degree hot latte outside chatting with my cool as cucumbers new clients, whom the two of were positioned oh so gently under an overhang with plenty of shade.  It was their comfort that immediately sparked my receptors into realizing I had been sitting directly under the blazing hot morning sun and now to accompany B.O.B(bright orange ball) I had been slowly trying to raise my core temperature to that of molten lava to balance my sizzling egg cooking five-head.

It was a good chuckle. At least for Lisa and Greg it was.  Now I must admit I usually connect easily with people who can't pass up the opportunity to giggle at the irritating misfortunes of others even if they're laughing at yours truly.  It was all in good fun but the great and powerful mystic of mischief and misery in the sky isn't without a sense of humor.  Fast forward to the October wedding day of my pals who also happen to be two of the clearly capable cleaner-uppers into fancy attire that I have yet to witness.  That means they both looked dope people!  Keep Up!  Any who, back to the sense of humor statement  and why it ties into my extremely weak story.  You know what, here's the cliff's notes version y'all,  You heard me say it was October.  You heard the coffee story? Right!  Ok well holy flipping October reading of Dante's habanero  Inferno hell was it about as hot as you could possibly think a day to be when over a massive portion of the good earth humans were enjoying a cool breeze and leaves changing colors.  Thankfully for all of us  Greg and Lisa had an outdoor ceremony, ;) but in good fashion it was over and done with quickly but not so quick that their vows were any less poignant.  Now brothers and sisters I will say I really did enjoy the intimacy of their wedding which short and sweet.  As it was, it started making several people leak from the eyes, however there was no damn way I could've told the difference between their sweat or their tears so we just kept on rolling along.

When the day of fun and fever blisters neared the end I couldn't have felt better about the amazing shots we got of Lisa & Greg.  Fortune smiled one last time for us in the way of cooling off a bit enough to sweat a normal amount during the kick ass second line to Pat O's.  My new friends, being the kind and gentle souls they are graciously invited me in for drinks but I couldn't help but notice that my blood type at that particular moment was mostly Sand Positive so one drink would've sucked up the last morsel of moisture clinging to my love handles.  I took this time to fade off graciously down the center of Saint Peter street.  It wasn't a half bad attempt at imitating an old cowboy movie as our hero walks off into the unknown and just like in those old movies I strolled down the darkened road littered with the littered snoring bloated bags of twenty somethings sleeping in their own sick as well as cheers of HEY GIRL!!   Ah, the classics never get old.   Lisa & Greg, thank you so much for your uplifting spirits!  I had a great time!  Y'all are aces!  See you at the next Gogol Bordello show!



Contributing Vendors : 

Hotel Mazarin   

 New Orleans Pharmacy Museum

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Lulu & Jochem.........Licensed to (be) Ill! Aka....You think it's funny but it's snot!

One of the many perks of photographing weddings in New Orleans, at least in my humble opinion, is how small such a huge city can be.  I'll be the first person to admit that it's quite the paradox living in a place where a little bit of fun is considered a half measure.  Go big or go bigger.  Which is why it should be pointed out to all you wild animals (certainly must throw myself in that category) who are out getting shredded and making epically ridiculous life decisions (But seriously, Kudos to those of you who are!) I guarantee you that someone, whom you won't remember bore witness to your Tom Foolery and you will cross paths with them again.  And yes, it will be as awkward as advertised!

With that being said none of my malicious deeds were witnessed by anyone at this brilliant ceremony of Lulu and Jochem, nor did any rambunctious or dastardly deeds tarnish  the starry  eyes of one of my raddest Bride's ever.  No ladies and gentleman, sadly the connection in question revolved around a particular feline friend of Lulu and myself.  When our lines of communication opened up Lulu informed me that she just recently moved to Amsterdam with Jochem, however her previous residency was literally around the block from my house.  Apparently we'd lived next to each other yet at just so slight of a bend of the corner that we went several years without crossing paths.  Once we started to pick each others brain Lulu recalled the times she took it upon herself to feed and care for some of the less than crazy, scratchy hobo neighborhood stray cats.  We apparently had a soft spot for one cat in particular, whom is now called Pete, whom is also a female,( I never checked in the early days when we first met and I named him.  I respected his privacy!) and whom had also been taking full advantage of the kindness of Lulu and myself.  It was increasingly obvious considering he(she) is the fattest goddamn stray cat I've ever laid my eyes on.  Also not too shabby of a companion to chill with.

I know the three of you that actually sit down and read this are saying to yourself, "Here we are skimming through a blog post which I rightfully deducted was about a nice couples wedding and here we are reading about the ills of too much partying in NOLA, A He/She overweight cat and the meekest of connections between a photographer and his beautiful client/bride whom also partakes in the feline obesity issue."  Fear not loyal readers, there was indeed one of the grandest weddings that I have ever been privileged to witness.  Not only was I referred to Lulu and Jochem by the dearest sweetest soul - Wedding Coordinator around, Miss Erin St. Pierre of It's Your Time Events, the list of vendors not only included a dear friend whom I hadn't seen in quite some time, on hair, the brilliantly painted inside the lines stylings of Miss Agnes Backman, co-owner of Folklore Salon.  Then the final fantastic slap of enlightenment came from arguably (I wouldn't argue) one of the best in the business regarding the greatest gift you can give to anyone that is guaranteed to die shortly after receiving but within that time you can stick your nose in them and sniff yourself crosseyed, was the real Atomic Blonde, Miss Kim Starr Wise.  Rocking the beautiful flower arrangements as expected.  The bride and groom held their ceremony at the absolutely creepy, cool one of a kind Felicity Church.  If you haven't seen Felicity Church inside or out trust me when I say it is nothing short of unique.  It was such a fantastic venue to photograph.  To cap off the festivities of pussycats, old friends and the blossoming new marriage of Lulu & Jochem the crew cracked open a bottle of Jack Daniels, which was purchased by the brides father when she was born and he finally opened it up and began pouring everyone a celebratory shot of one hell of an aged Gentleman Jack's premium whiskey.  Although the look on Lulu's face would suggest she was drinking goblin piss the majority of the guests thought it was fantastic.

Despite being unfavorably ill for her entire wedding as well as the day before and the day after, Lulu held serve and managed to convince her party people all was well and that this was their day to celebrate.  I know she probably will give me crap for mentioning how sick she was but as you read in my blog title a snippet regarding snot, lets just say we made sure to have kleenex on hand for the emotional drips as well for the nasal ones.  Once the day was done and I retired to my home I made sure to sit down with our old friend Pete to discuss with him/her how the day went.  Naturally as you could expect, he looked at me and demanded he be petted and had no damn idea what the hell I was rambling on about.  I mean really people.  He's a cat. Did you think he was gonna get drunk and make a fool of himself? Geez!



Contributing Vendors :                It's Your Time Events --  Erin St. Pierre    

                                                     Folklore Salon  --  Agnes Backman  

                                                     Kim Starr Wise Floral Events  --  Kim Starr Wise

                                                     Felicity Church

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Andrea & Luke ---- The Other Side of the Pillow

Ok!  So who has two thumbs and hasn't been keeping up with his blog posts about the amazing humans that he is lucky enough to photograph?  Yes, I'm sorry to say it's this guy!  I give you all the respect that you deserve in figuring out that these warm and sunny images weren't taken over the last month (July to be exact! eeeek!).  The winter hibernation had me stockpiling slacker fat cells at an alarming rate.  Hopefully this entry will be the catalyst to new posts but since Mardi Gras is upon us I wouldn't hold your breathe for me to start churning out blog posts.

Back to the couple at hand.  Whole world meet Andrea and Luke.  I was lucky enough to be recommended to these two beauties by an friend in the wedding industry, Kelly Davis Leff, who is a bomb ass Videographer!  So if y'all need some Spielberg-esque cinematography stylings to your life you'll find her business name and link at the end of this blah blah blah session of mine!

Not long after Kelly gave Andrea and Luke my info, I naturally sweet talked them into letting me be a part of their wedding day.  I'm here to confirm to you all that the smiles she lends to some of these photos are even more epic to witness in person.  I've always had a soft spot for anyone who laughs intensely at my ridiculous ramblings and Andrea certainly is at the top of that list!  My good pal Luke had just as much a positive demeanor although I think he was a bit more cautiously intrigued by my jokes than Andrea!  Luke knows I'm just busting his chops.  You could tell by his expressions that day that he knew he hit the jackpot with this girl and you can't blame him for that.

These two were in great spirits all through their portraits at the Renaissance Hotel, their one of a kind ceremony at St. Patricks Church and finally their reception held at Mothers, a New Orleans favorite.  I'm here to confirm to the world that photographing an outstanding and down to earth couple is every bit the treat you'd expect it to be.  It's even better when their wedding party and family and friends are all equally outstanding.  It can't hurt to mention that it's a rough night when you get to stuff your face with Po' Boys from Mother's, take photos for a living and then end the night alongside the bride and groom and a  handful of mutual friends that were invited to the wedding tipping back tasty drinks!  A tip of the cap to Luke and Andrea!  



Vendors : 

Renaissance Hotel    

St. Patricks Church

Videographer - Kelly Davis Leff - Shotgun Films

Reception - Mother's Restaurant

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Miss Sophie Bricker.....The Eyes have it!

Sophie, The Whole World.  The Whole World, Sophie.  I think that it's important that we take this time to reflect on a couple points of fact.  #1  Sophie is as intelligent as she is gifted.  and #2 Since she is a native daughter of my mother land and the self proclaimed "Good Life" state of Nebraska, I feel like I should point out that she made it uncomfortably apparent what little effort that I put into my academics while in high school.  I mean holy crap between her and her sisters(whose senior pics I did two years ago) combined GPA's make my lifetime GPA  look like scratches on Andy Dufrenes cell wall before he learned how to manage pressure and time to escape Shawshank Prison.

Despite my extreme lack of brain straining effort during my High School years one things clear.  Sophie and I make a formidable team.  I met up with Sophie and her mom in Ashland, NE.  There's nothing quite like going to random feel good locations with clients who unload every ounce of trust in your abilities to come back with great portraits.  

At the time of this blog I'm pretty sure Sophie is about half way to her end goal.  I can't thank her or her brilliant family The Strickers(POPPA Stricker thank you for you service to this country!)enough for letting me and Sophie do our thing.  Good luck girl and everyone else keep tunneling through Shawshank!




Amanda & Terry..."A Golden Meadow Wedding", or how to navigate a wedding amidst hundreds of drunk men and women in red dresses!

Do you remember that epic 80's jam by Whitesnake Here I Go Again?  Maybe it'll help to remember the visual of the epically super hot red head, Tawny Kitaen, take a moment to mock her name(like seriously, neither her first or last names are names of any kind.  They are made up hollywood drivel).  Anywho, the reason I bring up that classic car wax commercial based jam is because for the first time ever I want you to read a part of my blog to the melody of Here I Go Again.  So a little bit like, Here I Go again, to blog alone,  when was the last time I Blogged I do not know!  Like a slacker idiot I procrastinate alone.  Busy wedding season fries my dome!  But oh well, like Bob Eucker says, Ah who the hell cares! No bodies listening anyways!

Oh yeah, so on another memory refresh or what I like to call hey jackass show people your work,  I had the great pleasure of tagging along with my pals Terry and Amanda for a blistering warm August ceremony.  Let me tell you something,  I immediately liked Amanda.  Mainly because I believe most folks, especially wedding photographers who have to carry heavy ass equipment around in the blistering heat, will look you dead in the eye and say I'd rather not pay rent this month then suffer outdoor labor in August in New Orleans.  I mean seriously we might as well summer on the Sun for god sakes.  Which leads me back to my boss Bride, Amanda, who I could tell upon one look that this girl is tough.  She carries herself as if to say to hell with it!  If I'm suffering everyone is suffering with me and this way we will also weed out the weak ones which in turn leaves her much more space on stage to shred Rolling on the River, by Tina Turner.

I admire Amanda and Terry for their success in this crazy fish bowl we live in and I can tell they are headed towards a bright future.  A way more less decaying and withering future and appearance the that which is now Tawny Kitaen who looks just dreadful.  I mean seriously I just can't believe its the same person.  Her picture should be put on packs of cigarettes to warn people of the dangers of drugs, alcohol and dating rock stars.  Ok this blog seemed  a bit  spiteful.  But I honestly cannot apologize.  My head is still cooked from working outside in this hot ass state so just give me this one.

Terry and Amanda your wedding rocked!  Never do I believe I can cram as much content into a five hour wedding day as I did for you two.  Fear not  though.  You were both completely worth the effort.  Oh and New Orleans had its annual Red Dress Run during Amanda and Terry's big day. Those knuckleheads wear dresses.  In the heat.  And then they run.  And then drink alcohol all day.  And I thought my head was cooked!  Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!



Contributing Vendors : 

Event Coordinators : Bella Deux     

Reception : The Republic Nola

Videographers : AJM MEDIA

Transportation : Alert Transportation

Ceremony : Holy Name Of Jesus

The Band : DPlay

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It's All Greek to Me! (and a little Belgian too)

Hello out there to all of my friends, family, castaways and  innocent until proven slightly over the legal limit beauties!  It's been a minute or two (thousand) since I've graced the ever so brilliantly depressing landscape of social media with a batch of images and some clever and wacky word play.

Mother Nature has been slapping around her beautiful coastal babies lately.  In my opinion she is showing some excessive force and if she doesn't calm down a wee bit we will just have to get ol' Poseidon to strap a "vest camera" on her to help control and/or monitor her abusive behavior.  In my humble opinion our glorious Mother Nature does in deed provide us with a significantly higher supply of majestic beauty and calm as opposed to the chaos and destruction she has wrought over the last several weeks. However, I ask you all to stay the course!  Be vigilant!  Be United!  After all  Mother Nature is only reacting as we all did a mere few short weeks ago when we all found out that, "WINTER IS COMING!"  Her reaction just packs a bit more punch then the glass shattering shriek you may or may not have heard from my house during the last few episodes of Game of Thrones.

Even though tough times are ahead of our fellow brothers and sisters caught in the paths of  Mother Nature riding Zombie Dragons I have no doubt they will endure and come back better than ever.  The images in this blog are from a short two day trip to Athens, Greece and a few intermingled images from a few more days in and around Brussels, Belgium. Honestly the images  in this blog don't have much to do with my lead in and/or the following paragraph.  Point of fact, there's nigh a connection that I can see.  However, in times of colossal pains in your ass, great loss, and the impending unknown sometimes it is nice to have a distraction.  I hope you enjoy my distractions.



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Rub Some Funk On It! - Funky Tucks & Funky Fox

About five or so years back I was asked by my pal,boss, co-worker and resident funky photographer Doug Keese to hang out on along the parade route and document his funk-tastic wife, Cheyanne, and her very first ride on the Funky Tucks/Funky Fox float which of course is one of the many floats that makes up the Mother Funking Krewe of Tucks.  Like any other Mardis Gras Douglas and I started dipping into the Crown and cokes funking heavy and he asked me if I'd also show up the day before his ride and document the ceremonial Second Line that the Krewe does every year the day before they ride.  I'm not sure if my response was a resounding yes or no but most likely my answer echoed the pitch of a Velociraptor dry heaving into a metal trash can.  

Either way I graciously accepted his funky offer and the rest is history.  Over the last five years I find myself documenting some of the most gracious, funny, and beautiful funky guys and gals that this poor funk has ever had the great pleasure of knowing.  From the funkalicious cage girls shaking their funk trunks.  To the droves of tourists and funky locals lined up and down bourbon street.  To the fabulous staff and atmosphere at the funking amazing Broussards, where we say funk it and finally get inside for some air conditioning.  The Funky Tucks and Funky Foxes know how to step it out and lay the funk down on their annual second line.

Being a transplant to New Orleans I will never be as rooted in the traditions or culture that are so vast but one thing I will say until the day that I die is that I've never been a part of or near a second line, brass band and all, that didn't make me wanna dance, smile and funk it up!  Many thanks to my funk soul brother and sister Doug and Cheyanne for letting me a part of this funk tastic voyage over the last few years.  To the rest of you funky brilliant souls whose radiant glow funking blinds my camera year in and year out, Funk you very much!



RIDE OR DIE'S!!!!.............The Tucksedeauxs

It certainly doesn't go unnoticed by me that I am 100% certified one lucky bastard!!  I'm lucky to have the quality of friends and family that have my back and allow me to thrive in my profession.  The Tucksedeauxs are on the top of that short list of quality lunatics that I keep so closely to my chest.

Every year now for the last three years I have had the dubious honor of being dubbed the official photographer for this glorious Krewe of weirdos.  Now before you think I'm taking jabs at them you should know that I LOVE WEIRDO'S!!  This group is nothing short of brilliantly strange, ridiculously devoted and exhaustingly dedicated to the New Orleans tradition of Mardi Gras!

Based on the slew of labels I've given them each and every on of them may breathe a comforted sigh of relief knowing that any and all images posted are carefully selected and never incriminating! ;)  Nothing but the best for my RIDE OR DIE Family!!!!!!!  

Until Next Year You Beautiful Lunatics!!


(Not pictured - Angry Mobs around centuries old monuments, Dignity & Jeffery Wunder)


Up until last year everything I've ever known of London was fed to me by television.  As far back as the glorious cartoon, Danger Mouse.  I'm quite certain the vast majority of readers of this blog have no flipping clue about said cartoon.  So there's your Netflix find of the day children!  Go check out Danger Mouse!  You may or may not be sorry.  At the very least it's worth one episode just to hear D. Mouse's sidekick, Penfold, utter the phrase, "Crumbs Chief!"

As the years gave way to age the jabs at Jolly Old England manifested into repetitive viewings of Chevy Chase saying, "Look Kids! Big Ben!  Parliment!"  Again I say if you've never seen National Lampoons European Vacation, shame on you!  It's mindless brilliance! 

After movies and tv there was the obvious musical influence from The Beatles to The Clash to my current English royalty of Frank Turner and The Sleeping Souls.  Are you noticing a pattern here?  GO LISTEN TO ANY OF THE THREE!  You won't regret it.  If you haven't heard the Beatles, for the love of John Lennon get your arse's off the couch and plugged in!

Beyond TV, Movie and musical the only logical choice left was to visit London and form opinions beyond that of an  animated mouse.  Even in freezing conditions London is brilliant! I'll never forget the ride up to the White Cliffs of Dover and seeing that sight with my own two eyes. Not every photo opportunity presented can be lush blue skies and happy go lucky slap stick comedy!  Despite this adopted southern boy's love for warmth my  brother and I gutted it out.  Besides, no matter how dark and dreary dear ol' London can be the beer was tasty and the decades old one liners uttered from my brother and I on a daily basis made it feel like a tropical paradise!  

I hope you enjoy the images!


Audrey & Daniel.......Another Fox Bites The Dust

Let me tell you something people.  The key phrases wedding, Nebraska and January have never been anywhere on my priority list.  I mean absolutely no disrespect to my beautiful wee little pint size cousin and her decision to marry her hunka hunka Hubby, Daniel in Omaha, NE in the middle of January.  However I will say that we could have easily had the same beautiful ceremony on the planetary system of Hoth!  It was flippin' cold!  For those of you who have no clue what Hoth is (SHAME ON YOU IF YOU DON'T)!

The last time I saw Audrey was at her older sisters wedding months earlier in the much warmer climate of early October.  Suffice it to say I'm starting to think Alyssa, Audrey's older sister might like me better.  No matter the guesses and despite my incessant complaining about the cold weather in my home state, which by the way solidifies my ascension into almost 100% native of this great Earth's south land and its warmer climates, the wedding of Daniel and Audrey was an absolute fantastic love sit in. Complete with laughing, crying, teeth chattering and joy for all who attended.

Its quite rare to see a couple so young dive so responsibly into marriage as these two.  Granted they've got one of the most ridiculously awesome support teams in their friends and family.  So awesome I'd say that if these two even considered throwing in the towel on their nuptials said support team would give the two of them a world class spiritual talking to and that idea would quickly wash away.

Audrey and Daniel left for Australia mere weeks after the wedding.  Not to honeymoon but to take up residency and begin the first leg of their journey together in the land of the worlds second best Olympic swimmers and the best selling beer of Fosters.  I'm no beer snob but I'm not sure if a man or woman can survive on Fosters alone.  Hopefully the import business is keeping them supplied with better libations than that.  Despite the mediocre beer and apathetic swimming  I know they're making quite the life for themselves down under and they can rest assured that they've earned my respect and they will always have a true believer in New Orleans supporting them and rooting for them.  However if they invite me to renew vows anytime soon I'm going to have to insist they come down south so that I never have to take their photos on a frozen solid pond that made my toes go numb in less than 10 minutes.