
The Bridge at 2 a.m.
There is a glass footbridge in this city that turns gold at night. We had it to ourselves for three hours, minus one very patient stranger.
Editorial Model, After Dark

Now appearing — by appointment only
Early in my career, three different photographers told me the same strange thing: I photograph like the middle of the night. Daylight tests came back fine; the frames everyone kept were the ones shot after the sun gave up. Eventually we stopped fighting it. I built my whole book between dusk and 3 a.m., and I haven't been booked for a breakfast-light campaign since. No complaints.
Night work is its own craft, and I've made it mine. I can hold perfectly still through a two-second exposure and give you motion in the same frame. I know what a red neon sign does to blonde hair, which streetlamps flatter and which ones lie, and how to find the single warm bulb in a cold blue street. Give me a leather jacket, a wet pavement and one light source, and I'll give you a cover.

There is a glass footbridge in this city that turns gold at night. We had it to ourselves for three hours, minus one very patient stranger.

Most of modelling is learning to hold still. Then one photographer asked me to do the opposite, and it took me a whole night to unlearn my job.

The story of my favourite prop: a band t-shirt from a festival that happened when I was a toddler, found at the bottom of a flea-market crate.

Editorial Model, After Dark, based in Riga, Latvia and available wherever the evening leads. For bookings and castings, send word.
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