Having new photos taken so I’d have something to post on this page was, quite frankly, the last thing I felt like doing. I hate my smile. The extra curves. And what the hell was I going to wear anyway?!

I planned, fretted, lost a bunch of sleep…but ultimately decided to just be myself. So, these are my actual roller skates, Circa 1972, my natural hair & attitude. Yes, I felt very vulnerable in front of the lens that day. But it’s exactly the space where great portraits are made.

In my former life I was a psychotherapist. This means I’m probably nuttier than most of you, but it also means I know how to protect your vulnerable-ness & all the parts of you I meet. I take this shit very seriously if you haven’t noticed.