One drunken St. Patrick's Day in New York City, I noticed a young girl with a pure face in the bar where I was listening to a traditional celli band. She had the dark good looks of the Galway Irish and a subtle tragic air that appealed to me almost as strongly as her features. I immediately understood she would be an excellent model. I chatted her up, finding her shy, gave her my business card and left it at that.
We worked together for 5 years, making photos in abandoned houses, Hudson River piers, and downtown backstreets. Chris projected a complex aura in front of a camera, always tinged by that note of sadness I'd noticed when I first saw her. That complexity shines back from these silver prints with some of the oddness of a dream.
