the comedown (from the high of nightlife.)

"The Comedown" is what I'd consider one of my first emotionally meaningful editorial concepts I've executed as a personal project. My goal with this shoot was to immerse the viewer in the world that I felt consumed my early 20's. The world of AMF's, drunken sunrises, and long bathroom lines, but more specifically the feeling of the sun taunting you with its blinding rays as it creeps up from the horizon. I've spent many lonely mornings self-baptizing in the warmth of dawn, and washing away any transgressions against my pride I committed prior (all to do it again in 16 hours).

The images are purposefully desaturated, devoid of color, isolating just the pink in the subjects hair; because that's the thing about those mornings, Everything goes grey except the one detail you can't shake. The one reminder that you were somewhere, that you were someone, maybe even with someone you werent necessarily supposed to be with. The pink doesn't let you forget. You can wash it out but there will always be a strand you notice (and remember) when plucking your eyebrows, or maybe even pointed out by a friend.

At the end of the night when the music dies down and the crowd you felt so connected to disperses you find yourself there, that midway point between who you were at 2am and whoever you're going to have to be by noon. The brick isn't romantic. The light through that window isn't the light at the end of the tunnel. It's just arriving, same as it always does, indifferent to what your true intentions, wants or needs are.