when the photographer becomes the photographed
Self portrait. It's not often that i let this sort of thing happen, but you do what you gotta do. My family makes clothing; the newest jacket was back from the designer at 6:30 pm, and the magazine editor needs images by noon the next day. As luck would have it, the prototype jacket was sewn to my size... As dawn crept up a few hours later, i found myself on the road to a tiny patch of wilderness where i could set up my camera and force myself in front of the lens.