Worried mornings have turned into worried days, and into worried nights. A week ago today, the world became a little less talented, replaced by a cold void. The cigarette fueled rasp of Chris Cornell’s voice will never grace another crowd again.
I’m going to break with tradition a bit, for I usually am not one to talk about celebrities that I keep in touch with from photoshoots. Some of this comes out of professional courtesy, and another part of it is that I am a bit of a private person
A few months back I was asked to give a speech for Creative Mornings on the topic of transparency. Since the speaker translates the topic, I chose to avoid the obvious film reference and go a completely different direction; you guessed it, mental health.