True story*, I was named by the guy on the side of the Yogi Tea boxes. Regardless of my super cool Indian name, I am, in fact, not Indian at all. I am the grandson of a Minnesotan circus tight-rope walker and the nephew of a Virginian goat farmer. As a young boy, I lived in an ashram in New Mexico and spent my adolescence cleaning boat shops in the Pacific Northwest to afford my bicycle habit while racing cyclo-cross in Europe on the US national cycling team. I came to photography through the fermented horse milk fog of hitchhiking through Mongolia. At the age of twelve I learned that it is called the Pulitzer Prize and not, as I had long held to be true, the Pull It Surprise, which would later save me from many embarrassing moments, considering the grants I have received from the Pull It, I mean, Pulitzer Center. Upon completion of my graduate studies in photography at Syracuse University, I moved to Istanbul, where I spent much of my time trying to mentally will my phone to ring with glamorous and exciting assignments. Yadda yadda yadda now I live in Madison, Wisconsin.
Some of my clients:
Crowne Plaza Hotels
Panchero's Mexican Grill
Virginia Quarterly Review
*True stories may in fact not be intended to be factual statements.