Well, it was go to the beach and be the only dude wearing jeans in nearly 100 degree weather day.
Life as a Florida photojournalist could be rougher, I guess, but for a simple story about new F.D.A. regulations for the marketing of sunscreen (running in tomorrow’s New York Times) you would think finding someone doing just that would be easier. It was either run around with a telephoto and look like a creep or get up close and run out of time explaining yourself before they were done putting it on. I decided to abandon that awkwardness altogether and just make pictures of people baking themselves on Siesta Public Beach and if sunscreen came into the mix, then sweet.
On deadline without much time, I came away a few which pretty much say what they needed to say. That’s a victory in my book, and met some cool cats along the way. If you guys read this, thanks for letting me block your sun for a bit.