I took thousands of images of Thorn the other day. Thousands. Hundreds of photos aren’t unusual for me, but I think this is the first time I broke the thousand photo count in a single shoot.
I’ll be sifting through these photos for years.
Here’s another quick pass as I meander through the mountain.
This is from the third set taken on a day where a scavenger derailed our shoot in an abandoned theater and where thunder clouds aborted a shoot in a swimming pool. She was always one of my favorite means to mutate art into porn and visa versa.The lines were never clearly drawn with her and amazing things happened in camera as a result.
My favorite has been, and probably always will be the Tulip Staircase, which is where the title of this series get’s it’s name. The original Tulip photo always bothered me. Not because there’s supposedly a ghost in it, but because I couldn’t reconcile the perspective, the shapes, distortions and light. It’s all awkward and strange, clearly a hoax, but so compositionally bizarre that it’s stuck with me for nearly forty years.
In response, I give the staircase a nude woman. Ha!