2017 was.... a year. While we all cope, take a break to reflect with me on my favorite photos of men from the past year. To do it right, sit back and relax, pour yourself some whiskey, and close the door.
In no particular order, here are 18 of my favorite photos of men from this year to warm up your December.
James Prost is the subject of this photo series. He let me join him in a ritual that belongs to his Indigenous heritage, and he taught me all about it in the process. James is one of the most true-to-self people I know, deeply tuned in to who he is in every way. His story is one that can hardly be contained in one little interview, but I took the opportunity to share with you the amazing person I know here in Seattle.
It was here just a few days ago that local musician Scott Schweiger and I found an empty market - one of shuttered shops and cleaning crews. The floor tiles that read the names of Pike Place Market Foundation supporters were hosed down, cleaned up for a new day of thousands of tourists and flying fish. In this moment, the only accompaniment to Scott's acoustic guitar and vocals was a gorgeous amber sunset, reflecting off of brilliant new windows and worn vendor stands.
I first med Kidd Madonny at The Cuff, a gay men's fetish bar I regularly shoot event photography for. Here I first witnessed Kidd's incredible DJ set - he puts on a show that is a total experience. The light show is nothing short of amazing. You can actually see some photos of him in action on my Artists & Performers page.
I found Chris on YouTube in the glory days - when Tyler Oakley's channel intro was a time-lapse of tying his tie, and when Audible just started sponsoring content-creators. Chris actually has two channels - SupDaily06 for daily (read: used to be daily) videos, and one for his cover songs and music videos. When you watch someone that often, you start to feel like you know them. True to form, Chris has a heart of pure gold, infectious laughter, and a sly sense of humor anyone can appreciate.
Jessi and I met in high school, obsessed over the same bands from My Chemical Romance to Paramore. At the center of much of our conversations were our overwhelmingly similar music tastes and which attractive grungy lead singers we lusted after.