I was thrown into a darkroom for ten minutes with a red filter and told to shoot. So I did.
My photo icons Lelia Scarfiotti and Jose Villa were over my shoulder watching me direct, so I began to sweat as my heart raced and my brain simply told her to connect with every reflective surface. I loved it, the rush. The last time is was felt was in August 2015 after shooting in the Biltmore every weekend that month.