The Green Room

Model: Sam

This is another photoshoot from the class I had created.

I was interested in exploring how a person's character comes through in simple mannerisms. The way someone cranes their neck as they speak, or how they use their hands to emphasize a point in their story. The way their character becomes a part of the energy surrounding them, changing the feel to a room.

My friend Sam took me up to her green room in her apartment after spending the morning gardening. We had been experiencing a strange heat wave that day, so the breeze from the windows was a welcome change. Her guinea pigs were in the corner of the room chirping and wrestling against their cages. All kinds of books lined the wall behind me. Dried roses and small papers with affirmations scribbled onto them covered the desk in front of me. And we spent the majority of the afternoon sitting by the window, sipping water and telling stories.

Every once in our conversation I would stop, pull out my camera, and take a few photos. I remember almost being apologetic, saying how beautiful the light was and how it would be a shame to waste it. She said something in response to my apologies that day that's kind of stuck with me. "I don't mind. You're always in your own artist world, it seems. I'm used to it."

I guess she's right. Maybe I am. I don't think that's bad at all.