Most days I photograph strangers. When I knock, they open the door onto their lives. I try to gain their trust.

The box that held my friendship with Francesca Woodman is now an open book. For years kept under wraps, it is now titled as an exhibit...

I have never considered myself a “beauty” photographer, yet I have always searched for beauty even when I didn’t know that was what I was...

I drove out last Friday on a steaming hot morning to Coraopolis, PA., a small community of 5,000 just west of Pittsburgh. I had never been..