In my first year of living in London, I found myself on a rather ambitious quest: to figure out how one might actually make a living with a camera. Simple in theory. Less so in practice. Looking back, my confidence may have bordered on the heroic or the downright hubristic. I truly believed, with the kind of stubborn optimism only a slightly broke creative can possess, that I could solely make a living from my art. Everyone else, of course, disagreed. Friends, family, acquain

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