I was recently cleaning out my drawers and found this photo and it catapulted me back the the day it was taken.
It was an early crisp cool morning in San Francisco in 1991. I found myself navigating the cobbled streets south of Market, a slight hangover throbbing in my temples. The remnants of an office party the night before lingered, but my anticipation for the class ahead kept me moving forward. I was attending my first and only class on photographing nudes of women, a subject that had always intrigued me. Little did I know, this two-hour session would change the trajectory of my life and career forever.
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