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James Collier

Photographer, based in New Orleans. Lover of tacos, pirogues and awkward conversations about masculinity. Friends call me Road Biscuit.


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“I scream...” “No.” “You scream..” “Nope.” “We all...” “Shut up, James.”


So I was sitting at a table next to this bar, just working on my laptop, when a woman turns to make small talk, then compliments me on my carrot and chili tattoos. Then her friend sees that I’m wearing avocado socks, and enthusiastically proclaims, “You’re like a man salad.” Anyway, that’s about as close as I’ve come to vegetables since moving back down South, so I’m headed to California for the week—staying a little longer this trip to try and catch up with friends, and eat vegetables…unless you wanna grab tacos?


Daily downpour.


Sugar cane, south Louisiana (2015) #woven #wovenwednesday #sweettooth


I thought California had ruined me for stone fruit, but there’s this van on the side of the road in St. Bernard Parish that sells peaches from Alabama; you can smell them before you get out of the car, hot from the summer sun. They bleed down your chin when you bite in to the flesh, tracing the creases that deepen as you smile, and for just a moment, they help you forget that your sweat is almost boiling, and your ankles are covered in mosquitoes. #peachaday #homeiswherethepeachis


Spent the weekend catching up with the Neris and getting yelled at by a 1 1/2 year-old. Thanks for the tacos and birth control, friends! ❤️ #tacosandbirthcontrol


Louisiana Catfish Festival, Des Allemands. More pics in the stories. #justcallmewhiskers #electricslide #catfishfestival #maga #everydayruralamerica


Gone fishin’




In between NYC and NOLA. #everydayruralamerica #theprintswap


Brooklyn! I’m back to finish packing, and would love to say as many goodbyes as possible. If you’re staying in town for the holiday weekend, swing by the apt/studio sometime tomorrow or Monday. Or come over on Wednesday. Just give me a heads up beforehand, so I know you’re coming. I promise not to ask you to help me pack, or to move any boxes.



Havenʼt had a chance to say many goodbyes, which seems fitting, as Iʼll likely see friends here more often as a visitor than I have as a resident. So instead, Iʼll keep focus on gratitude. Thanks to everyone whoʼs been a part of these last four and a half years in NYC. To those whoʼve encouraged me, challenged me, cooked with me, worked with (and hired me), and lamented this cityʼs shortage of edible tacos with me. And thanks being everything I needed you to be, NYC. For stripping me down, and building me back up. And for preparing me for this next chapter. Blah, blah, blah. See you soon, New Orleans! #southernbybirth #andnowchoice




Canola, Virginia #woven #wovenwednesday


Every year, a group of friends-who-happen-to-be-photographers rents a house and comes together for a week of workshops, inspiration, shared meals, and hugging (so much hugging). We call it Potluck, because each of us brings something to share, and this year, I was asked to talk a little about my setup and approach for portraits for @wordsweuse. So I brought the whole kit, and asked everyone to use it to make a portrait: 23 of us in all, each photographed by someone else, all using the same camera, lens, lighting and backdrop. I thought it’d be a light, fun experiment, but what emerged was so much richer, and for me, so much more meaningful, than I could have anticipated. This comminity of friends has been a constant over the last several years, and in a time when I couldn’t recognize my own face, I recognized theirs—surrounding me, and helping to carry me through the shit. The day I first saw these images just happened to be the first anniversary of the end of my chemo treatment, which feels serendipitous, but even more so, comforting, as once again you all surrounded me. I love your faces—each and every one (including those who couldn’t attend this year); you’re overwhelmingly beautiful, inside and out. Also: you’re really fucking talented photographers.


Family, really. #potluck


Rosalyn | Cocina Luchadoras | Baltimore #tacotuesday