Christopher Little: Your Bloody Face

I’ve got a thing for girls with nosebleeds. The way it happens—vulnerability made visible, something inner breaking through. Maybe that’s weird. But I got there from somewhere: photographers like Richard Kern, Lesley Arfin, people who understood that blood and beauty were the same thing. They shaped what I was looking at back in those early days, when all that aesthetic was still forming.

Christopher Little showed up in my feed somehow. He’s doing his art studies at Jefferson Community College, shooting things with this directness that makes you uncomfortable. The work has teeth. He started normal enough—forests, motorcycles, cats. Safe material. But you watch it shift over time. He’s moving toward skin. Toward moments that need actual nerve to photograph.

Photography’s not even his endgame though. He wants to make films. Real short films, his vision, no committee. I’m curious where he goes with that. I’m hoping he takes what he’s learned about how to frame something difficult and stretches it out into something that moves. The kind of thing that sits with you because it actually looked at what it was looking at.