I will not be a commercial photographer. The idea of shooting people doesn't interest me much at all. But then... there's something in these pictures I took that I really, really like. The eyes. I like that even though I only worked with these people for maybe 45 minutes each, I caught something in the hundreds of shots of them that makes me feel really connected to them.

Foil was just for revenge. They used me as the "stand in" model until the actress showed up, and he kept saying very nearly inappropriate things to get me to have certain looks. We talked about NLP and how he knew that certain ideas would make my eyes look a certain way. One idea in the past makes my eyes go here, a question about the future would send my eyes over there. It was interesting to see something I use in my spiritual practices being used to control a photography model without their conscious thought. So then he stepped into the lights, and I was... well... dumb. I barely spoke. It was hard being on the interrogation end of things, but it was even more challenging when I was meant to be the interrogator. This is what happens when one compartmentalizes one's life so much: the kinky and controlling guy can't get out when I'm in polite professional setting of a photography class.

And then when Courtney got there, people were barking at her like a dog - lean this way, look that way, step back. And when it was my turn, I asked her to turn her head to the left a bit, please, but keep her eyes on me. And could she drop a shoulder a little bit because it was casting shadow on her neck. She seemed surprised and complimented (?) me on being so polite. It was weird. But at the end of the night, I think I have some really good pictures of people that I'm proud to say I took.