The thing I enjoy most about editorial photography these days is what used to terrify me about the whole idea. Everything is unknown, everything is a variable…except the deadline. On mornings like this one, I spend the long drives letting my mind drift between imagining scenarios for the shoot and absorbing podcasts.
It was an early morning drive down to the Bartlett Arboretum in Belle Plaine, Kansas, that brought me to my first meeting with Robin Macy. Our communication up to that point had been brief, but her lyricism had already woven its way through her messages to let me know I wasn’t photographing any ordinary woman.