It’s not uncommon for me to go days without completely wiping away the grime of the studio.
Paint, chemicals, whatever tends to take a ride with me. Eventually I need cleaning and this morning I put on a very white scrub mask. I just needed to get clean. While waiting for the mask to do it's work, the sun came streaming into the studio and the effect bleached out my skin. Of course I edited this image a little extra to make it look even more so.
I don’t always photograph well, or at least I’ve yet to see a photograph of me that looks anywhere what I truly look like in life. Perhaps it’s just ego but given that I spent a decade of my life as a photojournalist and fashion photographer I’d like to think I’ve some idea of this truth. Still, it seems the only images of me that I don’t mind sharing are the ones I looks slightly odd, ergo me facing the bright sun in a white mask.