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I recently came across some old photos I shot over the last twenty years or so.

Rather than let them sit on a CD for the rest of my life I figured I’d save them to my desktop, dust them off, and share them with you guys one image at a time.

Hope you enjoy them.

"Kae's Dirty Laundry"

Kae’s Dirty Laundry

I shot this image of my old friend Kae Denino in a laundromat in German Village in Columbus, Ohio. It was taken in the summer of 1999.

Kae, who had been an English professor at my college the year before, was getting a book published, and she asked me to shoot some photos of her to possibly use as the “about the author” image.

I shot a bunch of rolls of Kae that summer in many different locations. We shot in a coffee shop on High Street, an abandoned warehouse just north of downtown, and finally in this laundromat.

I don’t remember much about this shoot other than the fact that it was unbearably hot that day, and that the laundromat didn’t have air conditioning. To cool down, Kae and I walked next door to a wine shop and bought a giant can of beer, which we tag-teamed and downed within minutes. One of the other images on the roll shows her chugging beer out of an enormous can.

This image was shot on 120 black-and-white film with my Mamiya RB67. Many of the washing machine doors were already open, but I had to open one or two and straighten the others to make them symmetrical.

You can see the top of Kae’s dress through the doors, but not her face, which is ironically blocked out by a partial reflection of me.

The month before this was shot, Kae and I started working together at the Columbus alt-weekly The Other Paper; she was a reporter, I was a graphic designer. We frequently carpooled to work together, becoming close in the process.

Kae’s book, Glow, came out in December 2000. None of the photos I shot of her appeared in it.

Within the next year, we both quit The Other Paper and our friendship fell apart, mostly because of my own immaturity and stubbornness.

She was one of four people at the very first Food Night,


Old Poop!