Today at work I was putting away books and I saw one with a beautiful photograph on the cover. Being the amazing employee I am I flipped open to the back jacket flap to find out who took it (instead of scurrying around frantically asking every customer if they needed help finding the Danielle Steele books or various other typical nonsense).
It's funny how the universe slaps us in the face. This is the kind of work I myself have been delving into recently (though of course not as good as him by any stretch). I love it. It's black and white, it's clever, it's raw, it's skin, it's perfect. Thanks, universe.
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