A photographer taking a photo of another photographer is always a little weird, especially when one photographer is more experienced than the other. It’s kind of like driving someone’s car while they sit in the passenger seat and you just got your G2 and they are Mario fucking Andretti. I mean, they’re going to let you do your own thing and most of the time they won’t be too critical about your skills (unless they’re a giant ass or you are really, really shitty at driving/photography/writing), but you know that they are watching your every move and that you have to have your A-game on, or else you might as well just chop up your drivers or photo license or whatever, along with your license to write terrible and overly long similes. 

Dave is one of those people where I look up to him for several reasons: one, he’s very talented as a photographer, and much more talented than me in areas that tend to be my weak spots; two, because he’s achieved a lot for a guy who is several years younger than me (goddamn youth and your damn talent); and three, he has that fucking beard. 

Dave can set up a shoot beautifully, but I can at least catch a few nice outtakes.