My hard drives are littered with random pictures of Matt.
In them, he is always a part of the scene, his persona communicated by how he interacts with the environment. I don’t think I’ve ever made a picture of Matt as I know him: as a man whose intelligent reserve tempers my own impulsiveness, a photographer and editor who never tells me what I want to hear, only what I need to, and a dear friend who has been a source of great inspiration and support for me, both as a photographer and a person.
For me, this picture comes pretty close to how I know him. The tousled hair, the high collar, the plaid shirts and the almost-wire glasses. If you asked me what my buddy looks like, well, you’d get told a few of those. But if you asked me what my buddy Matt is like, as a person, then you’d need a far better photograph than I could ever make.