Custom Concept Photographics, submitted by Me. Looking for a photographer to capture you in all your splendor? Look no further than Bruce McDaniel. He's got the two most sought-after qualifications in the business, in that he is (1) incredibly religious and (2) a really bad photographer. His website shows off both of those remarkable characteristics. The homepage even includes a self-portrait that should be enough to deter all but the homeliest clients from his services. Also included are "lynx" to pages where you can buy his old junk, read advice from the Dalai Lama, and a muse over a daily prayer. I guess the models on the site must have been praying to the wrong god, though, because in a fit of Jesus-driven wrath, Bruce made them all look like mutants that Cliff Yablonski himself wouldn't use as dartboards. But Bruce's skills extend beyond the human form, my friend. He can take just about anything and turn it into a work of art. And by "art," I of course mean "crap."
People photography, Fashion photography, and Portrait photography are definitely my favorite areas of photography. It's about telling a story.
People photography also includes doing Team and Group photography (memory mates), proms, parties, babies, and family reunions. I've done Senior photos as well as underclassmen from the pre-schooler on up.
Professional Commercial Photography always includes shooting products. Product Photography is very exciting with today's digital and web based systems. I've shot thousands of products and lots of food as well.
I'd personally like to hear him tell the story of how he managed to make a cop car - something which is cool by its very nature - and make it look like a botched junior high yearbook photo. It only gets worse. The deeper you dig, the more self-serving text and self-defeating images you find. While the entire site is an exercise in futility, be sure to check out the model pages. They are proof that fractals should be left in the early-to-mid 90's where they belong.
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