I had always been a fan of photographer, Roger Kenny. While working as an actor, I dreamt of headshots from the Portrait Room, Roger’s studio. Even after taking my hiatus from the world of acting, I still loved following Roger’s work. I also loved his eye, his style, the general vibe that came from his work, its’ ability to draw you in in a way that an image via a point-and-press-photographer just doesn’t. His photos are not just something you look at, they evoke a feeling, and they emanate a real inner life that’s tangible to the viewer. His subjects always look beautiful, not models standing for their portrait but real, sparkling, complicated, beautiful and terrible, authentic people that don’t just laugh and smile and embrace, but cry and scream and hurt, too.