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Sexual Fictions and These Days May 2017

Jim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workJim Camp Studio shot of models at workI started making creative pictures in earnest a decade (or so) earlier. I had a couple false starts — late 90’s, mainly — only because of a lack of self-esteem. It’s something I’ve thought about, too. I brought a camera to some¬† shows in the mid-90’s, but I just hated the feeling of being “that guy”. I picked one up again a few years later, but I just couldn’t shake that feeling.

Lack of self-esteem? For sure. Imposter syndrome? Maybe. I think about that a lot, too. Imposter syndrome. Then, I met Eric Kroll.

I had been working as a director. Dirty movies. Creepy, I know. But the work pays well. A few years earlier I had been denied tenure at one one (and only) job I had ever truly enjoyed in this life, and some pals who had started making big money in the early, early days of internet smut offered me a gig shooting content. This made more sense to me that returning back to The Middle-school-high-school Gig. Plus, it paid well. Really well. But that’s another story.

Eric Kroll was having dinner with some friends when my pal Adrianna Nicole introduced us. I had no idea who Eric was, but I was aware of Fetish Girls. It was one of Cherry Poppens very favorite books, and she was one of my very favorite people. Poor Heather. Rest in Peace.

I had just blown one of my packs, and I mentioned this to Eric. Maybe just as a way to make some conversation. I mean we’re five minutes deep into knowing each other, and Eric is offering to take me to his storage unit to borrow one of his. The very beginning of a close friendship / mentorship that lasts to this day. But I digress.

Eric’s work and the knowledge he started sharing with me was boosting my self-esteem, and I didn’t feel so much like a fraud; plus, my job was taking pics of naked people doing the nasty. Why not pay for another hour for some arty-farties? (“Arty-farty” is my go-to term for anything I do creatively.)

I was aware of Hockney’s photos / photocollages, and I still have my mom’s old SX-70.¬† But it was super inconsistent and that film is expensive. The Fuji Instax is new and reliable and on a work-related trip to Samy’s, I teated myself to one and started to experiment.

I didn’t want to (nor could I) make photocollages like Hockey’s, but I sure as fuck gave it a whorl. And after the solo show I was going to have at a small gallery in Louisville pulled the plug at the last minute (work was already framed), Jody and Stephen from These Days graciously stepped up to the plate and took a chance on me.

And for that, I am forever grateful.