A small part from a photo shoot done a few weeks ago in Varvara, Bulgaria.
The whole photo shoot can be found here:
This is what happens when you refuse to pay a hairdresser to do the job (and you do this to your hair after getting high at 3 a.m.)
Getting through the day without any tickets reassigned to you
Normally, in anything I do, I’m fairly miserable. I do it, and I get grumpy because there is a huge, vast gulf, this aching disparity, between the platonic ideal of the project that was living in my head, and the small, sad, wizened, shaking, squeaking thing that I actually produce.