I’m not creepy, I’m a PHOTOGRAPHER.

If I tell you to wear the Mexican wrestling mask or to let me tie you up with these ropes, it’s all in service of art. When I douse you with the sticky stuff, let me assure you, it’s all classy, baby. When I take off your pants with my teeth I swear to christ it’s to get the light right.

I’m not creepy, I’m a motherfucking photographer and you like it.