National Photographic Portrait Prize 2015 Finalist
Shane Lee would call me ‘Dark Glass’. Kasaam would laugh. Shane Lee would mimic how I said his name in a broad, ocker accent. Kasaam would laugh. When I asked to take his photo, Jezeril adjusted the one sock he had on, looked away and then said, ‘yeah’. Kanen would spin around wildly until he fell over dizzy. Dallas or Quinton had a broken arm. They were twins.