I wanted to reveal the souls of these women, and in order to do this the text could not be near the image. This has definitely worked, leaving powerful photographs and a compelling text. I couldn't have asked for better reactions. I might add that this is despite the men's magazines that wanted to publish this work, but at the last minute thought it was too controversial.
New York city is one of those cities that has so much to see and so much to do - you might possibly never leave! I know that's how I've always felt when I've visited. I've been to NYC twice, and each time I've thought "How awesome would it be to spend NYE here?!" and I think those suspicions would be correct.
It's big. It's got tall buildings. It speaks French. It has strange red flashing traffic lights that confuse the hell out of us. It's like a cross between a North American city (which it is), a Scottish city like Aberdeen or Edinburgh (which it isn't), and in some strange way (and I'm really gonna get lambasted for this one) - Sydney. Where am I?
I had been counting down the days feverishly for months. It was the last thing I thought of before I went to sleep, and the first thing I thought of when I woke. It consumed me, vigorously updating my statuses as though people actually cared that it was only 142 days, 141 days etc until my first visit to the USA.