A friend asked me how things were going. I told them this story from last Sunday: Jackson and I were running to catch the train to New York. As we approached the platform, the train was already waiting, and we watched as the doors closed. Jackson looked up at me, "Daddy, we missed the train." I then saw one door stuck open. That never happens. We ran over, jumped up onto the train and looked back as the door closed behind us. "Daddy! We made it! And it is a double decker!!"
That is how everything feels right now. Like the door is staying open just long enough to let me jump in. So much momentum. So many doors.
At Workman Press this week digging into our photo book with my friend Scott Mowbray, Stephie, our agent Mark Reiter, and the great editor Suzie Bolotin. It is like watching an olympic sport as they take my work and ideas - and spin them into something I could never have seen so clearly from my perch.
All those years,I fought the process of explaining what comes so naturally. I deflected praise and special attention - feeling that I was photographing universal ideas everyone shared. I did not want to think too much about something that seemed inexplicable and was making my life so rich. Felt my skills were exploring and understanding the experience right in front of me - rather than making sense of the whole body of work.
Mark thinks of it like comedy writers sitting around a table. I am astonished finding myself in a room with such invention and brain power working on this project. Lorne Michals says you never want to be the smartest person in the room. I love how the best collaborations make the work so much better than you ever could on your own.
Getting back to that train ride to NY. A couple of seats in front of us, there were 4 teenage girls telling the whole car about their lives, loves, and then this story:
"Our cat peed on the carpet and my father said he was going to get rid of the cat. So I peed on the carpet and asked my father if he was going to get rid of me. We got to keep the cat."
This shot is of my good friend Shlomi and his daughter Zoe.