For your consideration:
Bobby Bruderle,
Photographer
BobbyThePhotographer.com
Contact info: Name: Bobby Bruderle Email: BobbleVision@gmail.com Cell: 703.994.3606
I dont expect anyone to look at my website. For a while I was convinced that having a website would equate to an overwhelming demand for my photography services. While it did bring me jobs, it didnt bring be the jobs I wanted. I made this little magazine to beat out everyone who is confined to the monitor of a potential client. I hope you enjoy it!
Sincerly, Bobby Bruderle
BAL EN BLANC (Photos from a rave)
One of the more surreal experiences I had this year was my was my trip to a rave in montreal. I had never been to a rave before and really didnt know what to expect. I knew there would be drugs, and loud music. Everything else came as a suprise.
Myra Myra is one of my favorite subjects. She is conident, beautiful and talented. She also calls me up when she needs a portrait. The latter of those qualifcations led to this album art photoshoot.
Big John
is a local legend in Burlington Vermont. He owns the local skateshop and is infamous on a skateboard. A few years ago he sustained serious brain injury after falling at what some say was 50 miles an hour. He broke his wrist in 5 places the day I was supposed to shoot his portrait. Apparently it happened while he was riding to work. It was only at the end of the day that his girlfriend finally convinced him to go to the hosptial.
Hosptial Holidays When it happened it felt like a heart attack. It was late at night and I was out partying. I decied to get some McDololds and sleep it off. In the morning, the sharp pain in my chest had not gone away. I called my mom and she drove me to the hosptial. Luckily, if you say your chest hurts, the ER nurses rush you along. The ER doctor said that my left lung had colapsed. Apparently it wasnt a big deal and it happened to tall skinny dudes all the time. He then rushed in a team of nurses and they proceeded to jam a plastic tube into my chest cavity. He told me I would be out the next morning. I ended up staying for 12 days over Christmas and New Years. The photos that follow were influenced by a fog of painkillers and the unbearable boredom of hosptial living.