So one Sunday evening found me in a house with 257 baby dolls and a group of people, only a few of whom I knew. There was alcohol involved, not surprisingly, and other things, though I stuck with my cameras. In the end, I am not sure a group of grown adults playing with baby dolls is fetish or therapy, or perhaps a bit of both. I do know it made for some really really interesting photography. As this photo was being made, JK here was heard lamenting, "This is so wrong, karma is going to get me." Only to follow up his own comment by pulling out a switchblade and asking "If I angle the knife like this can you see the blade clear enough?"
What an evening.