personalized light, personalized moments. unfinished invitations into the eyes of Michael Flores. youthful and budding, his work is crisp and penetrating. his photography takes hold of you, giving you pieces, but maybe not the entire story, because showing all the cards in clear broad day would give away the beauty of the secret that these photos hold so easily away. i much enjoy the work of Michael Flores, because he shows what is real. it’s that ugly beautiful i love so much.
remember this one from a previous post, ‘pristine punk?’
take a better look at Michael Flores.