TANYA KECHICHIAN PHOTOGRAPHER: Archive

TANYA KECHICHIAN PHOTOGRAPHER

February 2012

5 posts

January 2012

3 posts

December 2011

7 posts

Signs, omens, karma, a divine power, luck, fate, destiny, chance- whatever it is that plays its hand at often unpredictable times in our lives, I welcome it. And yes, this is another end of the year reflection, though a collective one of years past. 2008. My first NYE in NYC I was lost in some part of Brooklyn and just a few minutes shy of making it to my destination before midnight. I’m...

dark passenger. coming soon.

You may want to turn the volume way up and the...

November 2011

6 posts

October 2011

6 posts

JUNE, 2002. Last day of high school. Remember when the bell would ring, it was lunch time, you’d turn the corner and hope to catch a glimpse of that babe? You’d maybe even go the long way just to make sure you crossed paths, or the back way if you were having a bad hair day. Sit in view, but make sure it wasn’t too terribly obvious. Make up nicknames so you could talk in code...

Trailer for a short film I’ve been working on, check it out… Shot and edited by Tanya Kechichian Conceptualized by Tanya Kechichian and Brenda Marie King “Lovesong” by Vitamin String Quartet

Life is great. The last 6 weeks have been especially not so bad, in hindsight. It’s easy to forget all the good when one thing goes south, so I like to remind myself with a round up every now and again. I will say, I’m sad I was too tired to attend this, the cat show of course: but I ate plenty of this: and hung out with this babe: not to mention this one, who has...

September 2011

5 posts

OK guys, didnt expect that to take flight quite so fast. I’ll be back super soon with the contest, in the mean time I’m gonna figure it out with the band to make it extra special for you all and give more fans an opportunity. My apologies, but check back soon, it’ll happen I promise! For those of you who reblogged it already, thanks! However the contest is gonna get a little...

August 2011

4 posts

July 2011

8 posts

Some nights I lie awake in bed speaking to myself in Armenian. It’s been incredibly painful realizing that slowly, I’m truly forgetting what was my first language. However, during my pre-slumber exercises I’m also discovering that if I focus for long enough, the words just come to me as I coerce them out of my muscle memory. What a wonderful thing that is, muscle memory;...

June 2011

9 posts