I used to work for a photographer, well I’ve worked for a number of photographers, but oh man was this one different. Great subject matter, for starters. I had the opportunity to handle and work with ancient and antique textiles, some dating as far back as 2,500 b.c.e. During my time in the studio I grew to admire and even develop a love affair with Turkoman rugs.

The thing was though, as cool as it was to be around Chinese burial robes from the seventh century, woven from golden thread, and still smelling of the death it had contained for hundreds of years, the photographer himself was, well to put it nicely, not as cool.

So just about every lunch hour, I had to escape and walk with the camera to maintain some of my sanity. The blessing was that the studio was located in a very cool section of industrial area bordering on Oakland, so the opportunities to find some great snaps were there for me. The downside was that an hour can go very quickly. Still, I did my best, and managed to hold on to enough shards of my mind so as to still be able to form complete sentences.

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Two Halves of Two, Emeryville, Ca. 2003