The first time I saw the HEADS series in Eric Johnson’s studio, I stood mesmerized. A grid of ten, twenty, thirty, forty photos stood side by side, vying for my eye, captivating me as time went by. Heads of all kinds. Smoke gets in the eye. Boys, girls. Young, mostly. Moistly. Choice. Not models, but specimens all the same. Gorgeous, but not pretty. Dirty. Earthy. Work me.
Then we had dinner.