Fellow night shooter Tor-Erik Bakke was the only one at the alumni workshop at Paul’s junkyard last fall that was willing to pose for a portrait, wearing my bitchen, but filthy, thrift-store space helmet (actually a bead-blasting helmet). Since it’s not hooked up to a compressor, I think he would have suffocated in there in about 5 more minutes. He’s standing inside an airliner engine nacelle. Lit with strobe and Protomachine flashlight. 64-second exposure.