Oh bondage. Up yours! 1234!

developer.
November 1996. Jackie's 13th birthday. New York City. The suite at St. Regis Hotel...I'll never forget the staffs' faces when the 5 of us barreled up to the shrimp sculpture breakfast buffet: steel toe boots, zippers, safety pins, loud, crazy eye makeup at 9 am... priceless.
Remember Antique Boutique and the five floor Canal Jeans on Broadway? Manic Panic and the surplus of vintage Levi's under 20 bucks? Remember when St. Mark's Place was punk?
Oh the 90's. Oh black & white photography class!

stop bath.
Freshman year of high school, I buzzed my over-the-counter jet black hair off. Mom would do it with Dad's razor. I got 8 baby teeth pulled that year too—I never smiled. No need for color photography, my world was black and white, literally, a number 5 contrast filter.
fixer.
13. Truly when I found myself and knew what I wanted to do.
Make stuff.
Rinse.
and here I am today. 13 years later.