It’s hard to imagine that once upon a time we were struggling photography students studying at NYU, taking pictures of random tables and lights for our “projects” and failing miserably at actually building our skills. It’s also hard to believe that we ate that much ramen.
But who are we and why are we talking to you right now?
Well, I’m James. I’m a 35 year old photographer who was basically taking pictures as soon as my mother trusted me with her old Polaroid. I went to NYU to study photography, and I hated it. I thought that I was never going to take pictures that I wanted to, and I was worried that the volcanoes and zebras and refugees would be photographed by some other schmuck and I’d never be on the cover of National Geographic. As it turns out, some other schmuck did take those pictures, and some other schmuck did make it on the cover of National Geographic instead of me, but my photography career has morphed into something I never expected. My junior year of NYU, I met this guy. He was great. His name was Ken. Yes, like the Barbie. And we fell in love and we’ve been together ever since.
Hello! I’m Ken. Please stop calling me a Barbie, James. I’m from a small town in Nebraska, and I’m only 34 in case you were wondering. I went to NYU because, like James, I was born with a camera in my hand (sorry, Mom). I loved NYU, though, and I absorbed all the technical stuff like a sponge. The art aspect of it – the “finding the special moment in the most mundane of things” was not my skill. Give me light, give me aperture, give me the Thirds rule. Together, James and I made quite the team because we saw differently through the same lens. When we left NYU, we opened our photography studio.
James started taking pictures of weddings, engagements, babies, even funerals. I did all the editing, I set the backdrops, and I managed the invoices. Needless to say, we got a little restless even though business was booming, and we were looking for the next great thing. So we decided to backpack around the world and let our friends take over the studio for 6-8 months. That was 4 years ago, and we’ve never been back. Our friends run a great studio, we run the world, and we’re all happy. We take photo journals of our travels, have a huge Instagram and Pinterest following, and have this blog where talk all things photography.
Even though it’s sometimes difficult to be on the road all the time and never call any place home, we find our home through the lens of the cameras we use, and with each other. We get to see amazing places and share them with millions of people who could never see these places themselves. Essentially, we’ve become the camera and the lens, and we can’t be happier about it.