Being shot on film for an assignment as an editorial piece, I had to go back into that mysterious "darkroom" where once, I spent the majority of my life. Again, looking through boxes and folders with an obscure filing system of original work that had never been archived, by name, date or number. Within several hours, I found the sleeved images with their original captions. I was very proud of myself - maybe even lucky.
The magazine piece was titled; House of John.
Lately, seems everyone is far more interested in my past, than any possible future.
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