emily does this thing where she has absolutely perfect lipstick lines. they’re friggin perfect, man. it’s like she has some ancient grecian stone sculpting fairy that chisels her lips into a perfect shape every morning. i mean, i have no idea how she does it – and i don’t really want to ask because it gives her an air of mystery that i kind of enjoy. so this is emily hope price. she’s my friend and she totally rules the chello.
last year i shot motocross champ ryan dungey in soho. as i was waiting for his crew to show up, i saw these two people doing acroyoga on the sidewalk. i guess it was the first time i had ever seen acroyoga and it was pretty friggin cool. i broke out my camera and took a few snaps of them doin their thing and then headed out to shoot ryan. pretty soon ago, i came across the pictures i took of the acroyoga people and had a vision. after some bloodhound work that would make dick tracy proud, i had them in front of my camera yet again to fulfill my vision. behold – the vision: