Candice Towell Photography

Element at the Knitting Factory

2010-05-01T22:13:00.000-07:00

I went to the Knitting Factory to see my friends perform in the Speak Your Mind Hip Hop Music Festival but due to a lengthy, somewhat obnoxious line, I missed their performance. However, I had my camera in tow so I shot some photos of Element Thursday, April 29, 2010 and they were a lively upbeat group to shoot. I was happy w/ the crotch-grabbing, chopped head shot and waited for sometime to have that composition fall within my frame.

Splash Dogs

2009-06-17T19:14:00.000-07:00

I covered the dress rehearsal for the Splash Dogs Competition and it was pouring and I had to photograph a graduation that began at the same time so I didn't have long on this shoot; nonetheless, the photos I made amused me. Wet dogs naturally make good features.

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2009-03-09T21:38:00.000-07:00

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Obama Magic

2009-01-24T11:30:00.000-08:00

Still marveling at Obama's mighty influence. Cannot fathom that nearly two million people gathered, despite the recession, despite freezing temperatures, to cheer him on without incident, without arrests. I cannot seem to cover a high school sporting event without incident, without arrests. I can only conclude it is a reflection of his humanity and class. I had the pleasure of meeting him after covering his campaign stop in Elko. Myself and my two colleagues were the only journalists who snagged this exclusive. The three of us sat down with him for seven uninterrupted minutes in a white tent the secret service organized. Having invested a lot of time in Luo territory, the heartland of his Kenyan heritage, I greeted him in Luo and completely thwarted him. To be fair. . .I'm white and freckly and we were in rural Nev. There was a pregnant pause and he sat before answering, and then responded in Swahili that I must have a Luo thing going on. I was struck by his ease with being interviewed, filmed and photographed simultaneously and his ability to set us at ease. He apologized about the four or five festering flies that kept landing on his face. And joked, "In tomorrow's news people are going to be saying I didn't know Obama had a mole on that side of his face--must be cancerous."

I Still Heart Kenya

2009-01-13T22:55:00.000-08:00

My favorite photo from my recent trip to Kenya. Overall it went well, although, surprisingly it was my most challenging trip to date--more challenging than being in Kenya when it erupted and I was caught in a violent, political shitstorm with Kenya on the brink of civil war. I spent all of my time in the refugee camp in Nakuru. Devastating to experience the camp life and see the ramifications of the upheaval. The people living within the camp are not coping well and there is a lot of festering hostility. Perhaps being Kikuyu they feel entitled to something better. Their government is largely ignoring them while they've been stripped of their land, dignity and wealth, and reduced to living on top of each other in tents that cannot even withstand the daily rains. Many men were selling their small ration of food provided by the Red Cross for the chance to escape into a couple of glasses of chang'aa, the local brew containing jet fuel, leaving their wives and children starving. People who were starving, out of their minds and high, frequently screamed "Don't come back her until you feed these fucking children--all of them--they are hungry do something." Pretty jarring--not quite the finesse of the begging I am accustom to. I know how crazed I get when my lunch is delayed by two hours. Cannot imagine months without eating properly. I thought I had seen suffering, but take the village suffering and throw it into a refugee camp and it is severely compounded. Being robbed, publicly chastised for not handing out money, and having my chest pounded on during a demonstration that turned into a riot, made it a pretty tough trip. Despite the inherit challenges of being a Westerner in such a tragic setting, I enjoyed myself, learned a lot, and am truly grateful, especially now, for the perspective that my experiences in Africa offer. They are a beautiful reminder of how lucky I am to be in control of my destiny. This little girl keeps her spirits up despite her circumstances as she runs with part of her family's deteriorated tent. No shoes, no home, no land, no food, no toys, no medicine, no opportunity, yet smiling and playful. Daily.