Last Fall I spent two minutes in a dark little booth, facing a beefy DSLR camera with a gigantic ringflash. Tina Essmaker stood off to the side, tall as ever, instructing me to look directly into the center of the glowing ring of light, deep into the black lens, and answer the questions she would then ask of me.
As someone who subscribes to the notion that "brevity is the soul of wit," my instincts were to answer quickly and pointedly. Upon stepping out I immediately regretted leaving the booth and saying so little. I also wished that I had washed my hair that day. But seeing the final product here, edited together with the faces of so many people that I admire, is kind of magical. And eerie.
Watch me stumble: