My friend dave died the other day. He worked on that wall street journal shoot with me and when i was asked to find pictures of him for his memorial, this is the one that i remembered. it stuck in my head. i remember being in that fancy hotel in battery park and it was magic hour. we were using magic hour light for the shoot, so everything was kinda tense and rushed. but it was so gorgeous in the bathroom of the hotel room, and i forced dave to pose for me. everyone was set up to do the "main" pictue, but i made dave go in the bathroom with me, as though we had to discuss something about the shoot, and i took this picture. now that whole job feels like it existed so that i could have this image of him. he looks so sweet and innocent and sincere. while none of those would be the first adjectives i'd use to describe dave, they are all true of him. the picture is telling the truth. i'm really going to miss him.