Taking our time to contemplate the photographic journey of Jonathon Freeman
As we’ve discussed before, we are all photographers. Put that trigger finger to the clicker baby and, ba-blam! That’s all you. In taking a picture, we essentially take a moment out of context, from the world we know it to exist in, and create a space for sitting and reflecting on it in hindsight. Maybe that picture is destined to get lost in the shuffle of likes and comments. Maybe it’s developed and hung on a gallery wall. Maybe it sits idly and comfortingly on a nightstand next to our bed. But whatever the case, these photos are captured so we can engage with them. Some of the photography I’ve been engaging with hella much lately can be found in the expansive and effortlessly impressive portfolio of San Francisco photographer Jonathon Freeman.
What attracts me to Freeman’s work, specifically, is his ability to capture intimacy. While for some, intimacy is a concept that evokes considerable anxiety, Freeman’s photographs lend the viewer a comfortable dose with a gentle hand and a skillful eye. I first stumbled on Freeman’s work through his female portraits that I later learned were part of his publication collection The Freeman Files: [Fer-uh-mohnzs] – which is the title of his soon-to-be-published print magazine. The series captures women of the fantasy-girl-next-door variety, accompanied by a similarly dreamy tone. The images are beautiful, whimsical, and effortlessly sexy. “I’ve had a girlfriend throughout my photography career,” he tells me, “and it’s kind of fucked up, but… if she gets mad about my shots, then I know I’m doing something right.”