Shizen Brooklyn is a Japanese-originated salon whose space & aura caters to all things creative.  It’s less about the utilitarian front of a business and more about the collaboration between artists (and those who, like myself, come in desperately pleading for a fix-me-up hairdo).  The entire east wall houses probably close to hundreds of magazines, zines, and photography books—all beautifully crafted, notably.  During your visit the style team will run off mid sentence to grab a magazine to share that is often responsive to the conversation you were having with them.  Ideas and visuals start to bounce off of one another.  We talk hair, art, fashion, art direction, writing, interviews, traveling and anything that can spur from a few pages of a magazine.  One that I given was Dogme Magazine from Sweden.  Osamu Yokonami may become one of my favorite photographers because of this spread.  The body of work shot in Phuket, Thailand, showcases a group of well-uniformed young women frolicking in the awe-inspiring landscape.  I’m moved by it.  I suddenly have the urge to get lost & subject myself to fleeting moments like this. With good company or not. Muted palettes, subtle film grain, minimal and economized human presence make for good rhythm in the work.  There is a sense of being “there”. I am an overseer.  I’m observing these women huddle around a cave’s portal, or watching their tiny heads balance on a perfectly centered and leveled horizon line of blue.  Their bodies sever the sky the water and the land.  Breathless.  Please, check out the bodies of work, the magazines and contributors to each. 

Shizen Brooklyn is a Japanese-originated salon whose space & aura caters to all things creative.  It’s less about the utilitarian front of a business and more about the collaboration between artists (and those who, like myself, come in desperately pleading for a fix-me-up hairdo).  The entire east wall houses probably close to hundreds of magazines, zines, and photography books—all beautifully crafted, notably.  During your visit the style team will run off mid sentence to grab a magazine to share that is often responsive to the conversation you were having with them.  Ideas and visuals start to bounce off of one another.  We talk hair, art, fashion, art direction, writing, interviews, traveling and anything that can spur from a few pages of a magazine.  One that I given was Dogme Magazine from Sweden.  Osamu Yokonami may become one of my favorite photographers because of this spread.  The body of work shot in Phuket, Thailand, showcases a group of well-uniformed young women frolicking in the awe-inspiring landscape.  I’m moved by it.  I suddenly have the urge to get lost & subject myself to fleeting moments like this. With good company or not. Muted palettes, subtle film grain, minimal and economized human presence make for good rhythm in the work.  There is a sense of being “there”. I am an overseer.  I’m observing these women huddle around a cave’s portal, or watching their tiny heads balance on a perfectly centered and leveled horizon line of blue.  Their bodies sever the sky the water and the land.  Breathless.  Please, check out the bodies of work, the magazines and contributors to each. 

I don’t post on this as often as I would like.  I don’t know if sorry is applicable, but

Yesterday I had the pleasure of visiting and touring the artist spaces, raw warehouses and gallery spaces at MANA Contemporary in Jersey City. I was highly impressed with the vast 2 million square feet (and growing) that MANA occupies. The company is growing exponentially and one day I would love to be a part of the humble team that makes it all happen. MANA is present in Chicago and Miami, and I’m sure the onward expanse won’t stop there as I know they will become a worldwide staple in the arts community within the next few years. Who knows, maybe I’ll apply for an artist residency for next summer with MANA. It’s worth checking out! Visit www.manafinearts.com for more details.
Yesterday I had the pleasure of visiting and touring the artist spaces, raw warehouses and gallery spaces at MANA Contemporary in Jersey City. I was highly impressed with the vast 2 million square feet (and growing) that MANA occupies. The company is growing exponentially and one day I would love to be a part of the humble team that makes it all happen. MANA is present in Chicago and Miami, and I’m sure the onward expanse won’t stop there as I know they will become a worldwide staple in the arts community within the next few years. Who knows, maybe I’ll apply for an artist residency for next summer with MANA. It’s worth checking out! Visit www.manafinearts.com for more details.
Screenshot from an upcoming fashion film I shot featuring 6 SCAD Senior Fashion Designer’s collections.  Stay tuned by following me on Vimeo

Screenshot from an upcoming fashion film I shot featuring 6 SCAD Senior Fashion Designer’s collections.  Stay tuned by following me on Vimeo

If your barren walls are craving some spice or something nice, like new artwork, you can special order prints & I will ship them directly to your doorstep. 
The print above is from my ART DECO body of work // 14” x 14” C-Print
Email me directly at Elizabethanc@gmail.com with inquiries

If your barren walls are craving some spice or something nice, like new artwork, you can special order prints & I will ship them directly to your doorstep. 

The print above is from my ART DECO body of work // 14” x 14” C-Print

Email me directly at Elizabethanc@gmail.com with inquiries

Art Deco

6:40am. 75 degrees cool. The sun was just beginning to reach the horizon. I parked my car in a neighborhood known as SoFi, which refers to it’s exact location—south of Fifth Ave on the Beach. I used to live in this area when I was living and working in Miami over the summer months. It was a comfortable hello after my (at the time, I thought) final goodbye. The beach is alluring, no one can deny it. Crystal beaches with blue hues that stretch far beyond any color spectrum. Perfectly groomed palm trees.  Color palettes of warm pastels highlighted by neon trim lights. Once illuminated the city literally glows in technicolor.  Aesthetic paradise. 

The Art Deco district is primarily concentrated in about 20 blocks on the Beach.  Although, it’s prominent vernacular motifs and artistic colorings are seen in almost every neighborhood in Miami, and even the entire state of Florida I’ve found.  Anyway, I pack my camera backpack with every camera tool I have, stuff a lightweight tripod in there somehow, jump on my bike and start cruising down Ocean Ave.  I travel lightly when I know I have lots of ground to cover. And usually I am the only human within several blocks when I shoot cities at sunrise.  I was pleasantly shocked to see how vibrant the movement was that early.  And I don’t know why I expected anything less.  To see the sun rise slowly between hundreds of palm trees as they cast lengthy cool shadows over the facades of the City’s most famed hotels and attractions is a scene from a romantic dream. 76 degrees with soft sun and a gentle misty atmosphere blowing against my skin gave me goosebumps on the back of my neck. I was smitten for the unconstrained romance the city gives me. It was actually… perfect.  It was actually unreal.   I live and breathe for those moments.  It becomes a matter of racing against the Earth.  Light is a tool, utilize it to the best of your ability.  Even if it calls for early wake-up times and ungodly amounts of caffeine. The dedication to becoming a particular person who approaches life creatively isn’t easy & it takes patience.  A virtue artists share mutually. 

" We’re all waiting for the earth to turn. "

The body of work is one I’m overjoyed to share with those who follow my work closely.  It’s been one that has taken almost a year to produce.  And the whole body has been shot over 4 days.  The familiar smell of the streets, whose sidewalks are even painted pastel colors, to the apologetic shade from palms on the hot high-light afternoons have treated me well.  I’ll walk away from this city for the last time, perhaps not, with a sense of accomplishment.  For once I have received in return what I’ve given to a city—admiration and a landscape perfectly fit for the looker in me.  Until next time, Miami.