Among the hardest things to nail down about Ben Winkler is his timeline. Not just where he came from and where he’s been, but where he’s going. I reached him by phone in Sedona, Arizona where he arrived after spending the previous days hunkering down at night in places like Joshua Tree to photograph the rising moon.
“I’ll keep pushing, further east,” he says. “Then I’ll be in Charlotte, Miami and New York for some shoots, and then off to the Scottish highlands …”
That would explain the down jacket I spotted in his car when we photographed him in hot-as-hell Venice Beach a couple of days ago. Winkler, a former architect who transitioned to photography after he lost his job, keeps it fluid and loose.
He’s been that way since he was a young man growing up in the Austrian Alps, teaching skiing and mountaineering before joining the United Nations and setting off on adventures around the globe. But what’s changed has been the purpose driving him – more than wanderlust, Winkler is consumed with authenticity.
Ben’s main focus over the past few years have been photo projects that seek to introduce beauty and sex appeal in the conversation around women over 50. So we wanted to speak to him about those subjects, and the wrenching – and ultimately gratifying — decision he made to leave the rat race.