Protesters march down 14th St. in Manhattan

For the first day or two after George Floyd’s death, I sat at home, disturbed. I didn’t know what to do. Part of me was trying to find ways not to believe it. To remain in denial. To believe that Mr. Floyd died of a heart attack, or some other medical issue. Eventually, I came to terms with the fact that he was murdered by a white man who was sworn to protect him. A man that didn’t care about his pain or his life or his cries to his mother.

I felt so broken– for the innocent man that…


When I look back on the past 8 years, I think of the things I could have become. I think of some of my peers and friends around me who seemed to have it all figured out at the time. Their path seemed so safe. Mine so risky.

In the most humble way, I am happy how my life has turned out. I don’t believe I am the sole author of my victories or victim of my defeat, and one of the things I believe has carved out a significant portion of my happiness is photography. Here is why;

Looking for Beauty


“Excuse me, is anyone sitting here?”

She was a polite Aussie girl that had a smile on her face and a cheerful demeanor.

“Nope!” I responded, attempting to consolidate my laptop and books into an unimaginably confined space that seemed impossible to work from.

But that is how I worked over the next couple hours. I learned the girls name who sat beside me was Jenna, and we spoke about everything from how scorching hot it was outside to eventually getting into more meaningful topics such as how she is handling the sickness of her loved ones and how it…


I was nervous and excited.

I had just left my 9–5 cubicle career and jumped head-first into full-time photography.

Over the next 2 months, I would be traveling all over the world with a friend in order to build my portfolio.

At this point my sedentary lifestyle had caught up to me and I was about 25lbs overweight.

During my trip I carried an 85lb+ backpack up mountains, stairs, on trains, through water and beyond.

When I returned to the States I had lost a good 10lbs. …


Photo of Steven Onoja by Gavin Doran

In this article, I’m going to be breaking down very tactical and easy steps to help photographers land more collaborations with influencers.

1. Shoot great work with friends

First things first. You can’t suck. It doesn’t matter how nice or polite you are, influencers aren’t going to shoot with you if your work is terrible.

How do you make great work? Get out there and shoot. Have your camera on you at all times, but also come up with highly planned out and interesting ideas. The more original the better. Avoid places that have been shot to death. Make sure your friend or model is someone…


There are a million different ways to take a photo, but thankfully, the art of photography has been studied by great minds who have picked up on a thing or two.

In this blog post, I’ll lay out a few simple ways to position your frame in order to get the most beautiful and well composed photographs.

First of all, what IS composition?

Composition can be defined as the arrangement of elements in a scene to form a particular visual outcome.

Compositional techniques can often be described as “rules” but they are anything but. Composition simply gives the photographer different…


In this article, I discuss some of the different things that I’ve personally decided are bad ideas as an artist. Let’s dive in.

1. Steal Other Photographers Work

To some of you, this might seem obvious, however, when you’re starting out you might hear the advice “fake it till’ you make it,” or see another photographer who uses photos that aren’t their own to make money.

This is a bad idea on multiple levels and isn’t just a problem with amateurs. Award winning photographer Souvid Datta just recently got caught doctoring and appropriating photos. We’ll get to the doctoring part…


“What are those amazing suits?!?”

We were at Steven’s home in Brooklyn, NY. It was Winter and we were about to head out into blisteringly cold weather for a shoot. As we rummaged through Steven’s clothing, the suits sat there in the dark closet, yet even among Steven’s impressive wardrobe, they commanded attention. Both of them shining with vibrant color and pattern, it was unlike anything I had ever seen.

S: “My Mother made them for me.”

That must be a joke, I thought. This had to be from some huge label.

G: “You’re joking.”

S: “Not at all. I…

Gavin Doran

Digital Marketing and Content Creation. Based in Brooklyn, NY

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