Thursday, June 19, 2014

Portraits from my last shoot with Rick, January 2014. 

freshiejuice:

There so much I wanna say.
Rick Ochoa was a 41 year old artist in NYC, he was an amazing photographer and even better friend. He showed kindness and generosity to anyone whose path crossed his. His death has effected so many people. 
I first worked with Rick almost 4 years ago, I was still fairly green to modeling but I guess he saw something. Our first shoot I would honestly say was more a miss then a hit, but that was mostly my fault. In the beginning I thought I needed to be what other people wanted me to be.
After alot of inward contemplation I looked at Ricks work again with more desertion and thought about how his work reflected him.
I told Rick what I thought about his work, If you knew him, you knew Rick was a spaz, he had a million thoughts a minute and had a hard time resting on a single thing and his job was hectic and stressful (although he loved it)
Ricks work was this: He capture, this quiet gentle moments, he was drawn to women who had a mystery to them. Beguiling in nature. My favorite work of his was the wisps of hair, the gentle focus. He captured the gentleness, the beauty that everyone possessed. He could find the beauty in everyone. I think he found his peaceful moments through being a photographer, I think he emulated the quiet peace he wanted in his life, as apposed to the chaos that his mind often was, not in the sense that he was troubled, but in the sense that I think he had so much more to tell us and share with us, but finding the right way was hard.
Rick hugged me tightly after I told him what I thought of his work, “It’s the nicest thing anyones every said about my work”
Rick was nothing short of spectacular and the loss of him not only is a loss to the community but to his friends and family.
Anyone who had the chance to work with Rick or even just to talk to him, my heart goes out to you.
This hurts so much and I can’t stop thinking about all the time I spent with him, all the laughs, the food, the whiskey. Wishing I had more time with but so happy I got what I did.
please go enjoy his amazing work
Celebrate his memory by doing the things you love to do.
http://transientrandom.tumblr.com/
"All we have is time and then it’s gone"
I fucking miss you dude.

Beautifully said. 
I worked with him the first time in 2012, and I think that was the first time I ever felt truly collaborative with a photographer. I had a particular song in mind when I was getting ready for that shoot, and when he went to put on music, that is the very song he played with no prompting whatsoever. It was a really wonderful moment of synchronicity. We were supposed to have worked for only two hours that day but ended up shooting, drinking Jameson, talking jazz and art and the Sandman long into the night, and I left feeling so touched and happy. 
He had such an unusual gift for seeing light, and for capturing intimacy. It feels so strange, so incredibly unreal, that I’ll never dance around in the shadows in front of his camera again. We’ve talked about so many projects that will never come to be.
I have our community of artists, his friends and his family all in my thoughts. 
And Rick, man - I hope Death was as foxy as she looks in the pictures when she took you by the hand, and I hope she lead you somewhere beautiful. 
Raising my glass to you. 
"To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and to the seasons of mist - and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due."

freshiejuice:

There so much I wanna say.

Rick Ochoa was a 41 year old artist in NYC, he was an amazing photographer and even better friend. He showed kindness and generosity to anyone whose path crossed his. His death has effected so many people. 

I first worked with Rick almost 4 years ago, I was still fairly green to modeling but I guess he saw something. Our first shoot I would honestly say was more a miss then a hit, but that was mostly my fault. In the beginning I thought I needed to be what other people wanted me to be.

After alot of inward contemplation I looked at Ricks work again with more desertion and thought about how his work reflected him.

I told Rick what I thought about his work, If you knew him, you knew Rick was a spaz, he had a million thoughts a minute and had a hard time resting on a single thing and his job was hectic and stressful (although he loved it)

Ricks work was this: He capture, this quiet gentle moments, he was drawn to women who had a mystery to them. Beguiling in nature. My favorite work of his was the wisps of hair, the gentle focus. He captured the gentleness, the beauty that everyone possessed. He could find the beauty in everyone. I think he found his peaceful moments through being a photographer, I think he emulated the quiet peace he wanted in his life, as apposed to the chaos that his mind often was, not in the sense that he was troubled, but in the sense that I think he had so much more to tell us and share with us, but finding the right way was hard.

Rick hugged me tightly after I told him what I thought of his work, “It’s the nicest thing anyones every said about my work”

Rick was nothing short of spectacular and the loss of him not only is a loss to the community but to his friends and family.

Anyone who had the chance to work with Rick or even just to talk to him, my heart goes out to you.

This hurts so much and I can’t stop thinking about all the time I spent with him, all the laughs, the food, the whiskey. Wishing I had more time with but so happy I got what I did.

please go enjoy his amazing work

Celebrate his memory by doing the things you love to do.

http://transientrandom.tumblr.com/

"All we have is time and then it’s gone"

I fucking miss you dude.

Beautifully said. 

I worked with him the first time in 2012, and I think that was the first time I ever felt truly collaborative with a photographer. I had a particular song in mind when I was getting ready for that shoot, and when he went to put on music, that is the very song he played with no prompting whatsoever. It was a really wonderful moment of synchronicity. We were supposed to have worked for only two hours that day but ended up shooting, drinking Jameson, talking jazz and art and the Sandman long into the night, and I left feeling so touched and happy. 

He had such an unusual gift for seeing light, and for capturing intimacy. It feels so strange, so incredibly unreal, that I’ll never dance around in the shadows in front of his camera again. We’ve talked about so many projects that will never come to be.

I have our community of artists, his friends and his family all in my thoughts. 

And Rick, man - I hope Death was as foxy as she looks in the pictures when she took you by the hand, and I hope she lead you somewhere beautiful. 

Raising my glass to you. 

"To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and to the seasons of mist - and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due."

Wednesday, June 18, 2014
aseaofquotes:

C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew

aseaofquotes:

C.S. Lewis, The Magician’s Nephew

Tuesday, June 17, 2014
transientrandom:

elena siddal • if you say it is

First finished photo from my first shoot with Rick. 

transientrandom:

elena siddal • if you say it is

First finished photo from my first shoot with Rick. 

transientrandom:

elena siddal • what is above, what is below

transientrandom:

elena siddal  what is above, what is below

transientrandom:

elena • over the empire

transientrandom:

elena  over the empire

transientrandom:

elena • safe from

transientrandom:

elena  safe from

Monday, June 16, 2014
ae-kieren:

Aphrodite

ae-kieren:

Aphrodite

I feel like a woke up into a nightmare today. 
I’ll miss you, friend. 
Elena Siddal | Rick Ochoa

I feel like a woke up into a nightmare today. 

I’ll miss you, friend. 

Elena Siddal | Rick Ochoa

transientrandom:

elena • always where she pleases

transientrandom:

elena  always where she pleases