One cool evening in late August saw a band of circus act renegades come together on the cobbled streets of Kansas City's West Bottoms neighborhood. We worked on the fly, outside, with no mirrors or electricity to help us get into makeup and wardrobe. But goddamn did we WERK IT. I was cast as the … Continue reading Dark Carnival Shoot (and MAGAZINE COVER?!)
A skull lurks between warped mirros and revolving doors, hissing breath of dry ice pools around my ankles. Fear multiplies around me and in my eyes race across the blood splattered reflections of lost wandering souls searching for the safety of strong arms wrap around my heart trembles and laughs behind me in the purple darkness … Continue reading The Fun House
Typewriter Moon 