I’m Tyler Nicole Boudreaux, a 21-year-old writer, photographer, and music critic.
Every year in my native Southern California, the end of the Indian summer trails a maddening curse from the top of Santiago Peak. A hot gust swells from the mountains and blows through the city, turning the soft sunshine course in its path. I remember how they howled from the windows and painted terrorizing shadows on my bedroom walls. I used to be so afraid of the damned Santa Ana winds, and then I started reading Joan Didion. It wasn’t until I closely observed her character-defining essay that I admired the Santa Ana’s. I fell in love with the power of narrative.
I began writing long before I started taking pictures. I scribbled in diaries, wrote fairy tales on Grandpa’s typewriter and transitioned to the blank Microsoft Word screen. I spent long summers shaping fictional characters into chapters of incomplete novels.
I grew into photography after soaking inspiration from blogs like (not) common people and the road is home and Luke Byrne. After breaking my fourth digital point-and-shoot, I bought a $30 plastic Holga and two rolls of 120mm color film from the local Lomography store (RIP) down Santa Monica Boulevard and primarily developed a less-than-serious fascination with visual storytelling. I became open about my passions with close friends and hung trophy stills on my bedroom wall and on a flickr account.
I was so intrigued with the manipulation of analogue photography that I generated a trove of cheap vintage cameras and film equipment. My best friend Georgia was my first muse. The negatives continue to spool from my old closet, with all of their candid moments and magnificent impressions.
I write poetry when I Feel it. I shoot video when I See it. I write music when I Hear it.
My creativity crafted an online presence sophomore year of college as a Journalism major. I created this blog for my Online Journalism course at Boston University, and it didn’t move me. I bought my very first DSLR–a Nikon D3200– for my Visual Journalism class and despised the digital verse of data images. As my classes became more demanding, and my love life more confusing, I began to neglect and doubt my skills and spiraled into a self-conscious swirl.
And then just as swiftly as it left, it came back again.
I wrote columns in my composition notebook that were wild, late-nite rambles about culture and music and fashion and the human experience, my human experience. My friends are my greatest muse, and you’ll see a lot of them on this blog. My work took a dramatic shift with the peak of senior year, where I took dramatic courses such as Photojournalism and Narrative Nonfiction, and Columns & Editorials. For the first time in my life, I was regarded as a writer, photographer and a professional –standards I plan to uphold for the rest of my life.
I want to share my experience with you. I want to share stories of personal triumph and failures and document the world I encounter.
This blog is for me just as much as it is for your entertainment. By having some consistent stream of thought, my aim is to grow into the artist I know I can be. Travel, culture, music, love, personal, music, pop culture, anything I have an inkling of expression for. I’ll do my best not to make it a tumblr; or, even worse, forget about posting.
If I could take only one album with me to a deserted island it would be the Jurassic Park soundtrack on vinyl.
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