Category Archive: photojournalism

Tattoo Tiff!

Nothing says fine art like a little irreversible skin paint. I’m a HUGE fan of artistry of all mediums…and I’m especially a fan of dope tattoos. My friend Tiffany “Buttafly” Burns is a… Continue reading

Korean Konnection (part deux)

So here we go. This is my second installment of (cold) Korean images. I’ve met some REALLY fantastic people while I’ve been here and I’ve also connected with a few old friends (one… Continue reading

REASONABLE DOUBT!

I AM TROY DAVIS!

The 15 Project

Fahamu Pecou does it again! He and Fabian Williams are definitely a force to be reckoned within arts entertainment with The 15 Project. The “Late Show for the Arts” honored Black Music Month… Continue reading

Street Life

I am probably most known for my portraiture. As far as photography and life is concerned, I’m most interested in the human connection. Living, breathing, emotional human beings and how this complex species… Continue reading

The Tattoo Collector

Here are a few images of my good friend mikeflo. It is quite obvious by the photos that he has a “thing” for tattoos…but lucky for him, he wears them well. I have… Continue reading

A Sensitivity to Things

A collection of images. Enjoy. All images are ┬ęTT Coles

Palava: 6/19

On June 19, 2010, I was honored to be one of four very talented and inpirational women/photographers to be featured at Red Creative Gallery in the Castleberry Hill District of Atlanta. Michelle Braxton,… Continue reading

What I do in my free time…

Those that know me, know that I have very little “free time”. Between being a fulltime student and a fulltime photographer, I have little time for much else these days. BUT…when I DO… Continue reading

The Jaspects and The Polkadotted Stripe at Vinocity in Kirkwood

I had the pleasure of photographing the multi-talented Jaspects at Vinocity in Kirkwood. They flawlessly performed selections from their latest project “The Polkadotted Stripe”. Their performance was one part of a Leukemia Lymphoma… Continue reading