Oh, Shoot!

Braving the crowds to see a club through Womack's lens
By Xania Woodman

"Jeremy!" Yet another go-go dancer mounts photographer Jeremy Womack for a one-armed cuddle, while his other hand cradles his beloved camera. He certainly is the popular one, drawing dancers to him for warm greetings ever since we paddled our way through the streams of bodies pouring into Jet to hear three-time No. 1 DJ in the world Tiësto spin live. I, on the other hand, have turned up to Womack-watch.

Tall, handsome and—hey ladies, listen up—scrumptiously Aidan (of Sex and the City fame)-like, the gent with the long brown ponytail moves with purpose through the clubs. Well, actually, club. Unlike many of his club photog colleagues, Womack, 31 and a SoCal native, only visits one venue per night, though he does venture out six nights a week to make up for it. Tuesdays aside, from about 11:30 p.m. to 1 a.m., you can find Womack, also the Weekly's own Vegas Scene photographer, at Body English, Tao, Jet, CatHouse, and daytime at the odd pool party. Sometimes in a humorous tee, sometimes in a 'do-rag, but always with a smile, Womack is patient where others have ego, calm where others sprint from club to club in a frenzy to be everywhere at once. Womack, I will find out, waits. The people just come to him.

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