If we digressed as humans, what would be the last pieces of clothing we donned before giving up on wardrobes all together? What if we became a different species that sprouted horns and braved the elements, surviving off our most basic impulses? How much do deny this part ourselves every day, and are we really as sophisticated as we believe ourselves to be?
This was my first 35mm film series. I wanted the end result to be a fusion of fashion and art photography. Since black and white photography is so dependent upon light and value, I wanted as many textures present in the photograph as I could muster. What better way to obtain texture than to raid your local Goodwill and toss some antlers on an unsuspecting friend?
Funny story. I scoured PA and NJ to find a game processing facility that would let me take antlers for free. Apparently it's against industry standards to keep biological waste unless it's claimed by the hunter themselves, so naturally, I sought out a place that most likely didn't give a crap about industry standards. This place was found in the backwoods of rural Pennsylvania in a secluded barn with deer carcasses hanging from meat hooks and hulking men clad in blood-spattered camo. Needless to say, it was a win-win for everyone involved; I got my antlers and they got to gawk at my sheepish retreat from their smelly, rusty, house o' slaughter.