Oh, Mr. Stevens.

I once lived next to an old man named Mr.Stephen’s, who was the type to drag you into his house for two hours if he saw you rushing to buy groceries. He was one of the most interesting, repetitive souls I ever knew, for every time he’d bring me inside he’d show me his old report cards from universities, tell me how he’d once unicycled across Egypt, and talk my ear off for hours about children he’d tutored that day that I’d never seen. For this series, I asked to take reference photos of him, but he responded with “Hahaha, you’re so funny, would you like a fax machine?”. Needless to say, I didn’t get any photos…but sometimes working straight from your imagination can be just as well. :)