Once every so often, an artistically and technically masterful photographer with truly God-like abilities, wit, charm, an insatiable appetite for Guinness and an ego larger than our national debt takes the world by storm.

Let’s be clear. Mark McCarty is not this person.

His ego is substantially smaller than most people with his level of talent.

Is Mark one of the nicest, bestest, hardestworkingest photographers in the nation? Yes, he is.

Is Mark’s work in the permanent collection at the Getty?
Yes, it is.

Can Mark capture a moment like no other?
Yes, he can. He’s the shit.

Is Mark 6’ 3” or 4’11”?
Meet him and you’ll find out.

Should you work with Mark?
Maybe. Talk to him. Talk to people that he has worked with. Make the right decision.

What Mark has to say about himself:
I’d like to say that the photos speak for themselves, but there’s always more to it than that. 

After more than thirty years as a working shooter, I still look forward to every job. If I wasn’t looking forward to it, I wouldn’t do it. I want my shoots to be a positive adventure for everyone involved — there are no tantrums, no throwing or kicking of things inanimate or animate. I work really hard at being a team player, at not being a jerk, and I work really really hard to deliver the best most creative photograph I possibly can. Every time.