When this part of my life finally stopped I looked up to the blue sky and said, “What the fuck just happened to me?”
Once again, like years before, I stared at that Nikormat camera that gave me so much pleasure with my neighbor. I had no choice but to begin shooting headshots for actors. I would shoot headshots by day and test by night. During testing, I would apply homemade filters that were made of broken glass, gauze and nail polish. I tried everything to discover my personal style and mood. At this time I lived in an old Spanish Villa Hotel. There was a beautiful courtyard for photography and the rooms had high ceilings that were great for flying an overhead light if need be. In this strange hotel actors, models, artists and musicians lived and lingered. I would generally run into somebody in the lobby and ask them to come over for a test shoot.