Musings of a people photographer. Short reads, maximum feelz?
I’ve slept late again. My phone buzzes me awake early again. Instead of snoozing it, I surf Instagram for an hour. Again. My lower back is inflammed. My voice is groggy. My eyes are blurry. Again.
The first time I met them, they sported a shy and slow demeanor, almost dragging themselves into the studio, gauging me from the corner of their eye while bolstering their stance like feral cats.