Inviting a Stranger In
He arrived a few minutes early, which always tells me something about a person before we even speak. Not about character exactly, but about how they move through time. I opened the door with my camera still on the table behind me, trying not to introduce the equipment before I introduced myself.
We had spoken briefly beforehand but just enough to agree on a portrait session, nothing elaborate. He was a stranger in the full sense of the word. We didn’t have shared friends, no overlapping spaces, and no reason to trust each other except the simple fact that he had reached out on instagram to shoot.
He started taking off his clothes off and crawled onto my bed. “Keep the boots on”, I told him.
