I love people who lounge in the gutters of a marginalized America. My work is straight photography in a crooked world. People who interest me grasp at the skirts of eccentricity. Subjects mirror Abe Lincoln at the Abe Lincoln lookalike convention. They hear the cry of hucksters and hustlers and adorn themselves with ostentatious outfits of $20,000 mink coats and gold-encrusted chalices at the Pimp and Prostitutes “Players Ball.” They tell me intimate stories. What it’s like to be “Swing Mom” at the Everything to Do With Love Show. Proudly off to the side, Swing Mom’s husband dutifully holds up a shirt with a number emblazoned on the side stating her numerous amorous suiters: sixty one. They enhance my life with bizarre encounters.