Estella and I did a shoot a few weeks ago at a friend’s apartment. I wanted to shoot the way I used to years ago when it was just me with a camera, no lights or fancy locations, and very little (if any) retouching. When I first started shooting I loved taking gorgeous couture gowns and shooting them in the alleys of Moscow or on the Lower East Side, in divey bars, and old train cars. Lately I’ve been feeling that urge again. Something (and someone) beautiful in a perfectly shabby yet somehow chic place to counter and complement perfection. It’s so obviously a guy’s apartment in the best sense possible, he is absent physically but always there, the photos and furniture tell a story all their own. Continue reading
