Nancy and I wandered into Sephora a week or so ago. Wherever we go, people ask if we’re hair stylists (between my pink and her curls, we have noticeable hair…). At any rate, I had my camera with me and got some beautiful shots of her. And I took some self-portraits when I got home as a thanks to the makeup artist who took care of us, Farah.
It also just hit me: together we create a really charged pink-and-orange palette.
If you know me, you heard me talk about it incessantly before and after. It was all I hoped it would be and more. It was outstanding and genuinely life-changing. The people in our group were wonderful; the Tibetans were just fantastic. Very curious about all of us, and they loooooved my pink hair. I had several sincere inquiries as to whether the color was natural.
We spent a night in a nunnery; we herded yaks; we set out prayer flags; we were questioned by the police. I saw a monk with a Playboy fanny pack. Frankly it would be impossible to sum up in one blog post. I’m thinking about doing a couple-weeks-late day-by-day blog, but we’ll see on that. In the meantime, please check out this initial gallery.
Just before I left for Tibet, I had the pleasure of shooting a weekend tournament of vintage baseball. One of the teams, the Stogies–just a fantastic group of guys who I look forward to working with again in the future–invited me down, and with access to just about everything, I got some great action shots on both Saturday and Sunday.
I’m back from Tibet, which was OUTSTANDING.
I’ve been doing some solid photography.
I spent Sunday at the Iowa State Fair.
I’m coming home tomorrow, and I’ll have tons of photos to edit and post. Plus I can’t wait to get started on some projects!