Alana

Around the age of 3, I was accidentally thrown from the family car onto the gravel road of the small Texas town where I lived. That trauma that haunts me to this very day. I am way too accident prone to be considered a cool artist, but am reasonably tolerated by my peers nonetheless. Having been properly programmed by the imagery of the early 70s, I make an excellent Wagon Wheel and can sing the "I'm Just a Bill" song verbatim. My parents are convinced that the car toss somehow explains why I spend an inordinate amount of time with my camera wandering around the cemeteries of New Orleans.

I live just outside Chicago with the best husband in the world, my beautiful daughters, dapper gent of a son, and two bloodthirsty kittens.

Filmmaking, photography, vintage campers, road trips