Wow, I can’t believe it’s been almost two years already that I photographed Bre, the publisher of Fellow — one of my favorite magazines (unfortunately it’s been discontinued ever since.) I discovered Fellow at a local boutique and kind of fell in love with it. Every single article was so beautifully written that it almost felt like a literary magazine! I think it was the first time I read a magazine cover to cover, without skipping a single story! And the photos… boy the photos… loved them! Had this magazine continued, I would have seriously pursued having something of mine published in that magazine. I loved the quality of the magazine, the design, the quality of the content; pretty much every single aspect of it.
It was shortly after I had moved to Denver, and I still hadn’t known very many people in the city. But upon discovering Fellow, I sort of had to reach out to Bre. I simply wanted to chat with her about her aspirations, the future of the magazine, the ideas behind the magazine, etc. And I had hoped that she would also let me take a few photographs of her for my blog and portfolio, which she did… wonderful lady!
One the morning that I stood on Bre’s front door in Broomfield, a little north of Denver, heavy camera bag weighing on my left shoulder, full of three different cameras, lenses for each and a number of 35mm and medium format film, I had no idea she would turn out to be such a young and delightful person. I was impressed, to put it simply. Bre’s house was a cozy little nest overlooking a small-ish front yard, and sporting a rather huge backyard! As Bre showed me around her place, I couldn’t help but feel at home almost instantly. She was making coffee on the kitchen while I was going through her collection of LPs in the living room. The aroma of coffee soon filled the entire house, giving that sort of nostalgic feeling that coffee gives off. Soon Bre and I were chatting and laughing as though we’d known each other for years! We talked about Fellow, the people Bre’d met for the stories, her visions and goals. We talked about my grad school, and the classes and the professors. Then we talked some more about Bre’s Sicilian family on her mother’s side. We ran around the huge backyard, taking photos, and laughing and talking and laughing some more. Bre played around with her lipstick… trying on a neutral shade, and then a bright red one. And after a little over two hours of talking and running around and shooting and munching on cookies and drinking coffee, we finally sat down in the living room, exhausted, while Bre played an LP by a local musician whose name I cannot remember.
Since I started living in Denver two years ago, I had met a lot of people. Some I became friends with, and some others remained strangers. Bre was a busy young lady, and I had my grad school to worry about. I knew we wouldn’t be staying in touch once I left Bre’s house that afternoon. And I was right. However, last summer I went to Thump, a local cafe in Denver, and there she was! We hugged each other, and talked and talked and talked! When we said our good-byes that evening, I knew once again that we wouldn’t be staying in touch, and it was just that one time thing… but I also knew that were we to run into one another again, we’d hug each other again, and we would talk and talk and talk like it was the most natural thing in the world. That’s just how some relationships are.