I bumped into Troy a couple weeks ago. In a bizarro Bill Cunningham sorta way (ie. driving my mom’s volvo). I actually pulled over, grabbed my camera and flagged him down. Yes, he thought I was a mad woman. No, that’s not far from the truth.It was a beyond beautiful day, the sun was shining and out of the corner of my eye I spotted this young Adonis pedaling, smiling and soaking it all in.
Just like every knee jerk street style spotting a piece of me fell in love. The silky skin glistening in the skin, his jean cut-offs ripped perfectly above the knee cap and the Roman sandals were the ultimate combination. After he rode off and I was looking through the shots I realized, he had no left hand. To me it’s all about the little niggly bits. They say more to me than any airbrushed photo in any retouched glossy mag. I make a point to never retouch my studies. I shot them for a reason and I hope that that transcends anyone’s twisted idea of beauty. So Troy, if you’re out there, you’re beautiful. Thank you.