Jeff Cagle
i am a freelance documentary and editorial photographer living in the chicago suburbs.
my portfolio is at jeffcagle.com.
get in touch: jeffrey [dot] cagle [at] gmail
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One of my favorite things to do is pull quiet out of chaos. Even at a fight — with its pulsing techno, the crashing of bodies onto the octagon mat, the rising roar from fans as a fighter rains hammer fists into the face of a prone opponent — you can find it.
It might be fans reacting to seeing how much damage even a gloved fist can do to a face, a ring girl shielding herself from the spraying blood and sweat as fighters edge closer to the fence, or a relatively new fighter giving that look that says he’s wondering just what has he gotten himself into before the flying knee of a soon-to-be pro ends his night and sends a doctor to his side 40-something seconds into Round One.
These split seconds might be few and far between, but they’re there.
