This was a special series on a friend and muse. My goal was to tell a visual story of femininity and identity. Below is an excerpt I wrote upon completing the project.
Tired eyes with undone mascara greeted me at the door, indicative of a sleepless night. Without a word, she took me upstairs and into her apartment past two girls who were asleep on her bed. The smell of last night lingered in the air along with the cigarette smell only a regular smoker leaves behind. I sat at the small kitchen table for two and she muttered, “coffee?" yes, I replied. Pots and bottles clinked as she rambled through her cabinets searching for the ingredients to make the coffee, her eyes barely open. Wearing a long black gown, hair a mess, she rubbed her face to awaken herself. I sat quietly observing her tall, slim frame, curious tattoos and full brows that complimented her round eyes, and knew how great photographing her was going to be. She then walked away into another part of the apartment. Confused and unable to judge how much time had lapsed, I saw her crawl out of her bathroom like a cat, on all fours. She looked up at me and chuckled embarrassingly. I realized she had been in her bathroom all along. Silently she began making the coffee as if nothing happened. “I fell asleep on my bathroom floor!” she said, and we laughed. I loved how comfortable she was being so raw. I photographed her getting ready for her day. She opened up about her bartending lifestyle. Emphatically, she said, “I drink everyday.”
Prints from this series are available here.