max s. gerber(the latest shot)

it seems my mother has appointed me the unofficial, implied future custodian of the photo archives of the family. there really is nothing more sacred to her than the giant stash of photos overflowing a box in her living room. most days when i visit my mother i return home with envelopes full of things. [...]

dr. ken helps business executives be their very best through his company, the impact group. he seems to use speakerphone to do this sometimes. i photographed dr. ken in his home office in cheviot hills, where he was funny and gracious. at the end of the shoot his wife and son came in to see [...]

every so often i get to photograph someone who surprises me with their graciousness. this could be because most people, when confronted with a camera, are not terribly gracious. but john had researched me, seem to know who i was (strangely), and seemed excited to be photographed. he is the managing director of galen, a [...]

i’ve said it before, the world is a small place when you’ve gone to crossroads high school. at the beginning of the summer i got an assignment to photograph john wyatt. john is the director of the cinespia cemetery screenings at the hollywood forever graveyard. every summer weekend john projects classic movies onto the side [...]

ruben is the CEO of propaganda global entertainment marketing. that means he’s responsible for you seeing in movies the things you desperately want but can’t afford (like a lamborghini, or robot cell phones). that means that ruben’s LA office is full of cool things that you desperately want but can’t have. like motorcycles, fake newspapers [...]

when i arrived to photograph jan, she and her husband, rick, were taking care of their grandson, noah. rick was making tacos for the family, cooking expertly in a well-worn, well-loved cast iron skillet. it was a simple act, a simple day, but even talking to them for a few minutes i could tell that [...]

going through some of my mother’s files tonight i found this proof sheet, labeled december 10th, 1963. ten years before i was born. the man in some of the shots with her looks like my uncle howard. i asked my mother who took these pictures, since there isn’t a credit anywhere, and nothing written on [...]

norma is my mother’s neighbor. she walked by while i was setting up in the alley to film my brother and his wife on father’s day. many people who walk by photo sets jokingly say “hey, you gonna take my picture, too?” i always answer yes to this question, and find that when you actually [...]

though only a senior in college, stephen is already one of the flying karamazov brothers. more importantly he brings props to the shoot that light on fire. there are very few jobs i do that couldn’t be improved with something in the picture being on fire. or doused in liquid nitrogen, for that matter. i [...]

in the summer of 1998, in a small town in ohio, a 5 year old girl was killed, stabbed in the throat. anthony harris was twelve years old at the time, one of very few african american kids in town. after a couple weeks of searching for the girl’s killer, police arrested anthony and interrogated [...]