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Sinead O’Connor 1990
Overexposure Is So Underrated
Rolling Stone arranged for my flight to Montreal to photograph Sinead O’Connor. I had worked with her before and knew that, contrary to her public persona, she was actually quite shy.
We arrived at her small, dimly lit hotel room, four heavy equipment cases in tow, late in the day. As I was getting reacquainted with her, my assistant unpacked the cameras and lighting gear. After a few minutes, he whispered into my ear that he needed to speak with me privately.
“There’s a small problem. We can’t use the lighting equipment. I left the power cords in NYC.” At first I thought he was kidding, but quickly remembered that he was a humor-challenged kind of guy. I had ten seconds to figure this out. With my back to Sinead, I took a deep cleansing breath and on the exhale, turned around with a smile. I asked her to sit at the table in front of the window. I put my camera onto my tripod, securing it for a very long over-exposed shot.
And that was that.