This is just like any other fantasy. I closed my eyes one day and said "Do What You Wish".
I took a breath and waited for the silence to fade in. I began to search deep inside. So I looked back in time to explore the relationships and moments I have had with the people that have impacted my life. They also gave me the space to discover more about myself. I'm quite haunted by the past and in some ironic fashion I became obsessed with capturing what is fleeting. But that's what I love about it. The sensation of feeling something. Since I was a child I was fascinated by the Hollywood Studio System. What impacted me the most was this fact of knowing I was looking at momentary lapses of light from the past on film. You mean I could capture the past? Keep it safe somewhere? That fact always fascinated me. The tone of black and white film, that soft focus and those abrupt moments of darkness just take my breath away. More than anything the women fascinated me. So much of their demure, strength and tenacity gave me so much comfort as a child. So in some strange fate of the stars I was blessed with the opportunity to shoot so many beings that adopt so many aspects of those Hollywood actresses and indeed actors too.
Story goes is that these beings made my fantasy come to life. For a moment in time I got to feel special. Through my light and dark moments, I always felt like Hurrell on a smokey studio floor at 4am. This story is dedicated to those that will forever remain on black and white film for me. It's an exploration of techniques used in the Studio System to achieve what was commonly dubbed as "The Hurrell Look". A master in his own right, the emotional depth of his images have inspired me endlessly. So I have aimed to explore his techniques using modern solutions and experimenting with those in return.
Imagine this as a time capsule. A moment in time I just happened to stumble upon. Told in a town where dreams can happen. If you just close your eyes and go for the wind. Los Angeles California. The Year? 1937. I didn't live too far from the Paramount Gates. It was a wide street and when the sun set you could see the light cut the road in half. It was Todman Ave. Story starts as I am walking into my apartment running late for a shoot.
A girl walks out from behind the verandah. "Sorry sir, are you Mr Wesley Harper?"
Los Angeles, California, 1937