

For the last few months I have been inviting people to visit my apartment and allow me to photograph them in a very intimate space: my bathroom. I have also been inviting them to take a shower as I continue to shoot them.
I soon came to the observation that warm water running over my subjects bodies often relieved them of the unnerving awkwardness that the camera brought about. Once they were relaxed, the bathroom somehow magically became a confessional.
Many of my subjects shared intimate details of their life with me and every new person in the shower became a brand new allegory. With every new visit I had a new protagonist: A new plot and a new parable of hurt and heroic that came undone under that shower.