For your consideration:

Bobby Bruderle,

Photographer

BobbyThePhotographer.com

Contact info:

Name: Bobby BruderleEmail: BobbleVision@gmail.com

Cell: 703.994.3606

The more the Internet continues to take over, and as publications continue to die, our need for something tangible increases. This magazine represents a selection of my work spanning almost a year. I wanted to make sure that even if all my hard drives crash and all my backup sites file chapter 11, this small portion of my work will still survive.

I made this as much for myself as I did for you. 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 at a rave in Montréal. I had never been to one before and really didn’t know what to expect. I did know there would be drugs and loud music. Everything else came as a suprise.

Myra

Myra is one of my favorite subjects. She is confident, beautiful and talented. She also calls me up when she needs a portrait. The latter of those qualifications led to this album art photoshoot.

Big John is a local legend in Burlington, VT. He owns the local skateshop and was a competitive skater until a few years ago when he sustained a serious brain injury. He fell skating at a reported 50 miles an hour. The day I was scheduled to shoot his portrait he broke his wrist in five places just skating to work. Theses images are from the reshoot a week later.

Hospital Holidays When it started it felt like a heart attack. It was late at night and I was partying. I decided to get some McDonalds 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 hospital. Luckily, if you say your chest hurts, the ER nurs-es rush you along. The doctor said that my left lung had collapsed. Apparently it wasn’t 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 in the hospital for 12 days over Christmas and New Year’s. The images that follow were influenced by a fog of painkillers and the unbearable boredom of hospital living.

Hospital Smokers

Last year I lived far from campus. I walked to classes every day, often early and often in freezing weather. Between my dorm and campus was the hospital. I passed it everyday and saw people smok-ing, 100 feet from the building, freezing. Apparently the hospital does not provide a smoking hut or other shelter for hospi-tal workers and patients.

I don’t condone smoking, but I think it is hard enough to be spending time at a hospital, working or visiting loved ones, to be forced to go out into the cold to smoke.

This year I decided to photograph the people I saw -- patients, nurses, cafete-ria workers and visitors. All suffering to feed their common addiction.