Every year, a group of friends-who-happen-to-be-photographers rents a house and comes together for a week of workshops, inspiration, shared meals, and hugging (so much hugging). We call it Potluck, because each of us brings something to share, and this year, I was asked to talk a little about my setup and approach for portraits for @wordsweuse. So I brought the whole kit, and asked everyone to use it to make a portrait: 23 of us in all, each photographed by someone else, all using the same camera, lens, lighting and backdrop.
I thought it’d be a light, fun experiment, but what emerged was so much richer, and for me, so much more meaningful, than I could have anticipated. This comminity of friends has been a constant over the last several years, and in a time when I couldn’t recognize my own face, I recognized theirs—surrounding me, and helping to carry me through the shit.
The day I first saw these images just happened to be the first anniversary of the end of my chemo treatment, which feels serendipitous, but even more so, comforting, as once again you all surrounded me.
I love your faces—each and every one (including those who couldn’t attend this year); you’re overwhelmingly beautiful, inside and out. Also: you’re really fucking talented photographers.