Rob LeRoy Photography

My name is Rob LeRoy*. Yes, that Rob LeRoy. You could probably tell that from the incredibly creative name of the website. Super. I am a photographer in Los Angeles.** That's Los Angeles, California, in case you're wondering. That's right, I'm a fancy Hollywood photographer. And yes, I wear mostly black, because that's what fancy Hollywood photographers wear, even when it's 100 degrees. Such is my commitment to the craft. But I digress... Creativity flows through my veins and seeps from my pores like a cliched and lazy metaphor.  I love to take pictures of buildings and people and parties and other fun stuff.  Talented? Yes. Arrogant? Perhaps. Hilarious, handsome and a genuine joy to be around? Obviously. Do I like to ask and answer my own questions? What do you think? Hire me. You'll be glad you did. We'll probably become best friends. I smell better than you'd expect. And I'm pretty humble about it all. Except for the hair. But, I mean, look at it. Can you blame me?

*Ed. note (prequel) A lot of people have told me that it’s a bad idea, from the perspective of someone trying to get hired for serious work, to have a bio page that isn’t all stuffy and boring. But here’s the thing— I don’t want to work with people who are stuffy and boring. I’m a serious photographer, but I really like to have fun doing my work. I do very good work, and I have very good fun. So, if you read this, and then decide that you don’t like me, then I’m OK with that. You’re probably just stuffy and boring, and we probably wouldn’t work well together.

**Ed. note #1: I live in Napa, now. I still drive to LA a few times a month, because I’m a masochist.

Ed. note #2: Now I live in San Rafael, near San Francisco. I still drive to Napa and LA a lot, because I’m a masochist and an idiot.

Ed. note #3: OK, so I left San Rafael because it was crushingly boring. I packed up and hit the road for 6 months, to learn and travel and mature, or whatever, and have landed back in LA. So I could probably just erase all the ed. notes and just call it a day, but I won’t. I’m eccentric, like that. And also a masochist. And an idiot.

Ed. note #4: Fine. So I live in Seattle, again. My so-called hometown. LA is really expensive and I decided that being closer to most of my friends and family was cooler than spending $3500/month for a studio in Los Feliz just to impress people at dinner parties. And, if I’m being honest, there weren’t really very many dinner parties. Oh and BTW I’m a masochist and an idiot. Have you even been paying attention?