June 9, 2019 Sweet for my Sweet & Sugary Portraits I have never been one to rush a story. Stories to me feel like baking sometimes. Taking a portrait is not unlike the unraveling of a well folded tale, or whittling away at a juicy Regal Bakery sugar bun. As a young boy in Montego Bay, I couldn’t wait until the bell rung to race to Regal Bakery to purchase a hot, soft golden sugar bun. If you can allow yourself to imagine the untwirling of each band, as it spins and as you peel away at each roll, you unveil more sugary sweetness, sometimes a cheaply placed sugar crystal or two, and any other sweet spice meant to tempt you into an addiction. I press the camera’s viewfinder close to my eye with the same involuntary motion — the licking of my bottom lip as I sense that with each click between my brain and my vision, the portrait reveals its sticky sweetness. I also try to emulate the meticulous eye that a pastry chef might have in picking his ingredients. And so, my lens choice is oftentimes chosen intentionally. Flour properly sifted, adding sugar, cinnamon and salt until well blended, please don’t smile, then click. You are supposed to find emotional crystals and gems in each portrait I make. #zeropoint95project #leicasl (at Malcolm X Blvd) https://www.instagram.com/p/Byf9iOAFazg/?igshid=166jlutu1btuu










