My parents (and Bob Dylan for that matter) started it all. My father was a forensic anthropologist who studied human remains. My mother is a linguist who studies what humans talk about and how. Somewhere down the biological equilibrium, and through countless hours of Dylan tunes, the camera became a bridge that allowed me to study people on my own terms. From the Somerville Boxing Club, to the backside of Suffolk Downs, to the boat of a lobsterman, photography unlocks doors and pulls down walls.
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