Segal Gregg

My mother tells me she knew I'd become a photographer when, after she got me a camera for my eleventh birthday, I photographed our neighbor's garbage.

I'm lucky I hadthe sort of mother who saw photographs of garbage as art - or at least as material worthy of documentation. For several years, I saw it as my duty to ducument, especially the mundane and overlooked : stepfather taking apart motorcycle, brother practicing his bowling stride, cats mating.

At 16, I was majoring in photography at Interlochen Arts Academy. I went on to do a BFA in photo at California Institute of the Arts. After detouring through film and a masters from NY University in dramatic writing, I returner to photography with a story teller's sence oh theme, irony and penchant for drama - seeking that key moment that is about to - or has just - occured. If the moment works, the resulting photo is like a single frame movie.

Except for that firts foray into garbage, my subjetc has mosthly been people : from super heroes to CEO's senators, mountain climbers and single mothers, pirates, psychiatrists and sex addicts, authors, gamblers, factory workers, loin tamers, and those just making up their identity as they go.

I've done my best to avoid categorization and carve out my own niche, a blend of editorial, commercial fine art and documentary photography. I've been contributor to Time, Fortune, Esquire, National Geographic Adventure, GQ, Wired and Dwell among others.