Photographer Aram Dulgarian


“A Virginia Wedding”

Elizabeth Hagen and Steve Claremon’s wedding in Virginia… Shot and produced by Aram Dulgarian… I shot this at 60fps, when I should have done 30 fps so I could have put it on Vimeo (Youtube had to do for now, converting it itself to about a 1/3 of the FPS), cause I didn’t have the Final Cut converter, since Im down here in Guatemala… Will get the real deal up, when I return to the States for a bit in the middle of Sept.  Try watching it without going full screen, for now, looks sharper… Had to get this up for my girl “Haagan Dazs” and her new husband… Still a little touch up needed, but wanted to take ya on a trip, if ya know what I mean… Enjoy!!!


B side/ Haiti

DA B-Sides…Metal work/Street Photography…



Metal Work…





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My trip to Oaxaca, Mexico.  This post contains street photography from Oaxaca, agave fields, and the ins and outs of the production of mezcal, which is an alcohol derived from the agave plant and produced to be 100% of agave, unlike that tequila shit and all of its extra additives, and its shitty flavor…Mezcal is as pure as it gets, from its production to the culture behind it….Images contain street photography (thrown in here and there), enjoying mezcal in the hills, on the agave farms, and then continuing to an invited dinner at a house that is non describable in words (vintage/spotless items from all over), going to Luis’s(genius when it comes to mezcal) in Sola de Vega, enjoying more mezcal, and of course, the factory, along with production of this fine spirit outta Mexico, Mezcal….Enjoy (long edit ahead)

The River…

Drinking in the fields…

Sweet little lunch at a house stockpiled with vintage articles, everywhere, lookin brand new…it was good food, but damn it was spicy.  Couple of selects from the house.

Production, the real beauty…

Conical pit (earth pit), containing limestone (river rocks) that will cook the agave.  Some guys also like to add a bit of mesquite or a lot depending on their preference of that smokey flavor for the mezcal.

After cooked, it is then crushed in a tahona…Horse drawn mill with giant stone wheel, crushes the cooked agave into mash.

After crushed into the mash, fermentation process is next, followed by the distillation process, once through copper, once through steel ( getting the most of the sugar and other impurities produced from cooking the agave and it caramelizing)….Get it as pure as can be…100% agave.

Final product…

And your photographer bored as shit one night, thanks for checking out the images…next project is a ?, actually more of a surprise. Adios from Central America.

“From the front, to the back, to the mezcal bar” (Cafe No Se’)

  I will only drink fucking Mezcal.  Mezcal is NOT tequila, though it comes from the same plant, agave, just dont call it fucking tequila .  Mezcal’s time, patience, and its mystique makes it like no other booze.  Not a big drinker, by any means, but in “moderation” and what this spirit means to me, portrays its beauty .   It is produced by people dedicated to the process, which is an insanely particular and intimate process, unlike tequila which is mass produced in factories.  A bar located in Antigua, Cafe No Se’, takes pride in their Mezcal which is produced in Oaxaca, Mexico.  The ambience in No Se’, empowered by simple candle light, makes for great frames, using light coming from all different directions and amounts.  John Rexer, owner of Cafe No Se’, has brought it upon himself and his bar to promote Mezcal worldwide.  Eric, our main producer, our main man for Mezcal, visited from Oaxaca to see John, talk business, and also educate us employees on the “ins'” and “outs” of Mezcal.  Eric is one of the top 3 producers of Mezcal in all of Mexico.  And of course during the night, we enjoyed drinking Mezcal, the atmosphere of Cafe No Se’, and the patrons, who are some of the most interesting characters and artists (photographers, filmmakers, writers, painters, ect.) you will ever come across.  This was a “shit show” of a night not solely because of Eric’s visit, just because Saturday nights like these are routine for a bar like Cafe No Se’.  Nights filled with good conversations, boisterous laughs, and phenomenal live music, are the all too common factors for making No Se’, No Se’.   Next up, I will be traveling to Oaxaca, Mexico in the next few months, to dive in with a couple of mirrors, and capturing the essence of this process which creates this mystical spirit, Mezcal.

Yeah…I get to work here…but I really wouldn’t call it work exactly… Vamos A Oaxaca Cerotes!!!

“Guatemalan Streets”

Been back here for a couple of months now, and have decided to stay indefinitely (finally found home base).  Here is an edit of some street photography I’ve been taking around Antigua and a few from Lake Atitlan… Enjoy… So much more to come.





































Voodoo (Haiti)

      Haiti has their 2 primary religions, Christianity and Voodoo.  When it comes to the people and what I was told when I got there, was that part of people who are native to the country, will occasionally  practice both… Logic?… 2 is better than 1, having church on Sunday’s and Voodoo on Wednesday’s, why not?  For Christianity, it is much easier to gain access… you can usually just walk right into a church, no problems.  Voodoo… little different.  Let’s just say their kinda like the New England Patriots.  Not gonna tell you who has injury issues( by the way, this is not literal), tell you who’s the real vocal player in locker room talk this week, playbooks closed… be frank, secretive.  Until your on the team, you don’t know anything.  Just stuff you’ve seen on the internet or in Stephan King’s, “The Serpent and the Rainbow.  I at first, was hesitant to ask my friend and interpreter, Charles, about photographing Voodoo, cause he was a Christian man and I didn’t know how he would react.  But as days went by, we became pretty good friends, and he had a kind of trust for that I was smart and not stupid about my surroundings… I knew, and he knew I knew, I was in Haiti, and I was white, period!( Not to mention a giant camera)  So I eventually asked, cause I was on a mission not to leave the country until this specific subject was experienced, he obliged and said he would ask around.  He came to me 3 days later, and said he had 2 inquires, one was $100 and the other $150 ( lets face it, it ain’t cheap to blast a speedlite into a witchdoctors face and have him be ok with it).  He also had said one was more trustworthy than the other (“fuck?”, and it was the one for $150), cause he knew the guy who knew the guy who knew the main guy better, go figure.  One was during the day, one at night.  The ceremony during the day was in the middle of nowhere, tap-tap ride for about 30 min, then a 15 min walk in the middle of nowhere.  $5000 dollars worth a gear, no biggie (dumbass).  Went fine, all limbs intact, dancing Haitian women, party atmosphere (lotta drinking), a few bones, no gear stolen, breathing, nice… then the one at night.  Charles shows up with this other guy, never met him (little English), and we take a walk down the street, I maybe could have found my way back, who knows?  Knock on the door, “hold on”, they let us in, “wait here”, “ok”.  A little light, and I mean 4 candles and a lantern kinda light.  I used the 24-105mm for the video and the 35mm 1.4 (best lens) for the video.   Me, Charles, about 5-7 other guys, and a few woman are in the now probably locked house area.  Ready to go, adrenaline is cooking.  I was requested not to shoot when they first began, the photography part, speedlites and shit, or any kind by that means, but i had video (no noise) and jacked the ISO up.  Walked around, framed up a couple shots, and got some audio.  After, I’d say bout 10 min, they said ok.  So I start shooting, but they got this dust and start putting it on the ground, so by the time it’s formed and shaped, I’m thinking, “You touch or fuck with this dust at all, their gonna kill you or put some kinda curse on you.  And I mean, while I was shooting my knee would sometimes be inches away from this shit.  Now, I was only able to photograph the part of the ceremony in which the doctor prepares the medicine, as other guys stand around chanting and playing instruments.  The patient was inside the house and I was also prohibited to photograph her.  The only time I spoke up during the whole thing was to ask Charles, if he could ask them to move the lantern closer.  They were cooperative.   We left, and Charles (a 35 year native), says to me, “I have never seen anything like that before in my life”, and I gotta say I was shocked by that.  You’ve lived here your whole life, and you’ve never seen that?, felt honored…  It was a win/win, and the rush was the best part.  I hope one day to return to Haiti, and focus on Voodoo, it’s some kind of interesting.


Here are the photos(Day/Night) … 




















Night Time…
















Back Track

Rockingham Racetrack, in Salem, NH, was once one of the most prestigious tracks in country at one point.  It’s now on its last leg, home to only simulcast betting, a poker room, bingo, and the occasional event or trade show.  Here are some photos of this once east coast landmark in thoroughbred horse racing.