Mirrors and windows

With great shock, and yes, amusement, I discovered the sordid tale of Kari Ferrell, my portrait subject at the die-cutting factory from late February. Turns out, she’s a con-artist of sorts, as revealed by the New York Observer, wanted in the state of Utah, seemingly driven not by lust for riches, but for acceptance and love, considering her penchant for being sexually forward with bearded 20-something guys. Though she lied to me about her job, there was nothing strange or disturbing about her. She was nice and likable, which is presumably what led people to trust her before she conned or swindled them. Gawker used some of my shots of her for a follow-up on the saga. It’s a strange world, isn’t it?