County Fair

we. are. family.

I only take headshots for family. World, meet my brother, Matt Freeman.

My Portfolio

This is what it would feel like if you were to flip through my portfolio. Make sure to watch in in HD!



Love,
Malia

nuture nature

You and Me Salton Sea

Helena Christiansen + MJ + Drums of Death

A recent article in French Vogue featured the interior of Helena Christiansen's home. One photo featured a collection of images Helena has hung on her wall, one of which is my photo with Drums of Death. Hooray!'

We all (heart) Marnie Stern

I can, in part, blame my delinquincy in updating this here blog because of spending the better part of the last few months on tour playing with the lovely Marnie Stern. Between all our talks of va-geeens and tampons, criss-crossing the world, and playing shows, there's little time to update you with photo documentation, but I promise to try harder. Here are some outtakes from a shoot we did in a hotel room for Shut Magazine.

the time i saw billy idol at a party with yoko ono was almost as cool as the time i had coffee next to dylan.

ha.

shows to see of pictures made of muses past and future

Darker My Love, my muses, are going on tour and sadly I wont be going with them as I have some TM'ing and bass playing to do for the lovely Marnie Stern. Mark your calendars and come to a show, but for now, enjoy this image of Robert Wallace Barbato.

(life on the road)

you can take the girl out of texas....

(journal scan)

the spaces around us keep us warm

(Not) On The Road

I am home. Home feels good. These are from when I was not at home....

while my new website and portfolio are under construction, journal scans will have to quench your thirst for taking in what i've injested on the road. if you get bored of pictures, look at this (click here)

wings tied to my heart

sarah and damian are my muses. they tie wings to my heart even when i've put it in a box and buried it under ground.

if you want to see what true love looks like, watch these two from across a room.

i heart heather culp

one of the most beautiful and talented artists i know. and, lucky for me, one of my best friends. we bonded over bleeding hearts and cookie dough.

Going to Grandpa's House

Happy Sad Ending Found Lost in the Forrest

"I let the dream go
And the promises broke
And the make-believe ran out... "

Mona Lisa must've had the highway blues...

"This Life Aint For Everybody;" The Darker My Love, Dandy Warhols, Upsidedown Tour

London + my best friends in our garden of delight.

Inside the Odditorium: The Dandy Warhols' Playground

Don, Aman

Wild, White Horses

"Wild, white horses
They will take me away
And the tenderness I feel
Will send the dark underneath
Will I follow?

Through the glory of life
I will scatter on the floor
Disappointed and sore
And in my thoughts I have bled
For the riddles I've been fed
Another lie moves over"

Good things come to those who wait....

Pictures from the Dandy Warhols / Darker My Love / Upsidedown tour are in my hot little hands and receiving the "MJ touch." I promise to have them for your eyes before I board a plane to London on Sunday.

Love,
Me

The adventure continues....

I caved and bought a digital camera to capture the madness of this Fantasy Land i call a life. Stay tuned for a new day-in-the-life digital blog. For now, my adventure continues down the western coast with one new friend, a stack of CDs, and an arsenal of cameras. I will have Darker My Love + Dandy Warhols + Upsidedown, a.k.a. the "Summer of Love Tour," photos to show once I return to L.A.

My new "gig"

When possible, I've been doing liquid projections for the Darker My Love show. One night off in a hotel, we decided to make a funny litle time lapse video. It looks like this:

F YEAH: a splash of color.....

just a few..... so many more to get through...

F YEAH: The Black and White of it all...

.....color photos to follow......

Sweat dripped from our bodies and soaked our shirts with the stinch of last night’s whiskey or late night alleyway rendezvous. With the windows down, the air howled through the bus, sending the sounds of laughter and flipping pages from front to back. At night, when cities slept, we scoured empty alleyways for sweet, golden grease. The barrels or bins are our gold, the free fuel that makes our magic bus go. For some, it was better not to explain our mission and quietly steal their supply. Others who knew of our mission bottled and packaged what they had and brought it to our doorstep, an offering to the cause.


A few mornings, when we’d driven all night, I watched the sun rise with sleeping bodies all around me and took in the stillness of what surrounded me. People were curled into balls or leaning on the person next to them, or hunched over a backpack, or stretched out on the runway, or with feet propped on windows or seats. It was the same everynight- sleep where you can and for as long as you can, take in what little rest to face the next day and the next adventure. When rest wouldn’t suffice, a warm Red Bull or cooling cup of bitter coffee would ease the way through morning until beers welcomed us at the next venue.


We are gypsies of modern times, happiest when the world passes our window. We send our curses and complaints to the wind when in motion and weep at the stillness of life at home. Sleeping on floors, gourmet subway sandwiches and gas station breakfasts, shitting dogs, smelly hippies, soured food in coolers with warm beer, yesterday’s water bottle, tomorrow’s new adventure.


Empty bottles and empty promises wittled at our wits, but even in the midst of the worst of times, it was something special. Something we’lll never forget. Friendships forged for life by people brought together in commiseration.

COMING SOON!

I will have more images from the F Yeah Tour in the next few days. I've just dropped my bags in LA for the next month before heading out with Darker My Love on their tour with the Dandy Warhols. In the meantime, I am here and available for hire... non-band related stories would be great!
"What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? — it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-by. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies." Jack Kerouac, On The Road

Paul Smith

I THINK it's OK for me to post these from my shoot with Paul Smith for Swindle Magazine. He was one of the kindest, most enigmatic people I've ever photographed... or met. I heart Paul Smith.

F Yeah Tour Polaroids

Screaming Tea Party

Peter Hayes

April showers brought May flowers..

A. Human, part 2

Polaroids Are Pictures Too

Wic is a Wizard. Fact.

I know, I know, I know

It's been a month since my last update, but I've just moved back from London and my life and head are all sealed in boxes and suitcases. I'm in Texas shooting at the moment, so will have more to show soon enough.