The photos for Milk Bone Theater were shot in an abandoned theater, which had been converted into a dilapidated church, later condemned. The model whom I was working with showed it to me, and told me she liked to break in and play there by herself, and I didn't ask her any further details. When we shot her presence and the energy in the room was hot and almost suffocating, the air infused an intensely introverted sexual tension; she moved in front of me like an electric eel, posing continuously in a solipsistic trance as she twisted her body into an endless sequence of uncanny poses, sometimes snarling with an inwardly directed violence as she slid her body writhing up and down the latex vinyl, seemingly unaware that I was there, beneath the heat and black mold and asbestos grime, like an unconscious subterranean flower, playing by herself all alone, her body shining in the musty and oppressive darkness, hidden from the midday summer heat, staring at the walls and grinning, self-absorbed.