I really wanted to be a painter. I really wanted to be a rock star. Even before I completed studies at Pasadena’s Art Center College of Design, my career ended up giving me the chance to be neither of these things – and both.
I take photographs. Mostly of musicians.
It’s a pretty good life, for the most part. Assuming you don’t have any qualms about setting up cameras in a graveyard at midnight. Or being surrounded by 300 angry scorpions who don’t want to be in a studio. Or trying to keep a singer’s energy level up when she’s just come off a seven-month world tour with the worst case of dysentery in recorded history.
All in a day’s work.