The mental calculus involved in choosing who to photograph is complex. Nuanced. Almost impossible to describe.
With Roxanne, it was that she liked comic books and had perfect eyes.
That shade of blue I associate with psychic powers, that’s her eyes. I was tempted to ask if they were contact lenses, but didn’t, because that’s rather ridiculous.
I basically assumed she was a cool nerd with eyes that would peer into my soul and tell me Why I’m Here.
That did not happen. But we did have a lovely walk through a neighborhood with inexplicable storefronts and stories of failed First Date Pranks.
