What Street Photography Taught Me About Reading Light I Already Know
I spend most of my working life in a controlled environment. Every light in my studio has a strip of masking tape on it with a label: key, fill, hair, kicker. I know exactly what each one is doing at any given moment. That control is the whole point. So when a recent editorial brief pushed me outside for a “candid, documentary-style” series in downtown Los Angeles, I felt the specific discomfort of a person who has forgotten that light exists before you plug anything in.