DAY

There’s a way where there’s a will
You know I got no need for stairs
Step out on the window sill
Fall with me into the air

Daytime bores me. People are working. Because I am a night person, I tend to sleep away most of the morning. I wake up at lunch time. I work a little. I eat lunch. I wait for one of my lovers to come home or get out of class. Day is a time for waiting.

I tend to take photographs during the day when I find myself awake and out and bored: at a BBQ with friends, in the car on a road trip, and even at a day time rave that takes place on Sundays during the summer in Montreal. I take pictures to fill the time, to busy myself until night comes and I feel awake and alive again.

I don’t understand people who wake up early in the morning to take the day. There is no romance in the morning, no sense of urgency, no risk. There is no light when everything is light.

NIGHT

So, here we go, hold on tight and don’t let go
I won’t ever let you fall
I love the night, flying o’er these city lights
But I love you most of all

I love the night. I love how darkness soothes the city to quiet. People disappear and I am alone, uninhibited, and free to roam.

I also like to shoot at night. It is easier to add light than to take it away. Light itself becomes a subject, the actor in the photographs. Colors become moody. Things look better at night. Darkness has a way of obscuring the dark and dingy. I would rather walk down an alley and see stacks of smashed cardboard and piles of black garbage bags than seen perfectly manicured sidewalks bursting with potted flowers.

The night promises sex and mystery and danger. We give ourselves permission to do things in the dark we would not during daylight hours. At night, we hold our lovers a little tighter. At night, we dream.