At night, I work best. It’s always been that way since I can remember, really. The day is meant for collecting my thoughts, living my ideas…the night is for recording them. So when the clock ticks two a.m., three a.m., my fingers rarely slow down; my mind isn’t ready to turn in. We have 24 hours for a reason: use them all, I say.
So as night fell on our shoot that day, as the breeze began to cool, Cleon and I were still shooting, and found ourselves upon an abandoned block full of light. “Put on your sweater and get in the middle of the street!” he instructed. Inspiration knows no hour, it knows no traffic violation.
