Inspired to take these photos on the roof with one of my favorite props, my cousin Sandro’s painting of an imaginary Mediterranean man, I was eager to get cracking on this shoot as I’d had it entirely planned out in my head. But what I hadn’t anticipated was the series of unforeseen obstacles the roof would throw my way. After lugging my equipment up 6 flights of stairs (the elevator is frequently occupied), I breathed a sigh of relief and enthusiastically opened the door to make my way outside. Only to be greeted by a jungle of laundry and underwear flapping in the warm afternoon breeze. Ok. Lug my things back downstairs. Next day, lug everything back up, open the door, and find some of my neighbors soaking up the sun, getting a head-start on their summer tans. Right. Lug everything back down again. Once again, lug everything upstairs, finally find the roof free, happily set everything up, and… thunder rumbling in the distance and little droplets interrupt my project. Anyway, you get the idea.
So, after a week of failed attempts, I once again hauled my things up the 6 flights of stairs (occupied elevators won’t get me down!), open the roof door to get outside (so far so good), set up all my things (peace and quiet with the whole space to myself), get into position (it was a little cloudy, but at least there was no glare), and finally got to work.