It’s hot. It’s humid. It’s 600 miles to anywhere and Mr. Chinese, one of my favorites in this neighborhood. I do the 600 while standing on my head, and end up talking to Jennifer, my waitress. She’s a very striking Chinese girl who introduces herself to me by spilling the pepper all over my table. It’s a nice icebreaker.
I overhear her say that she has two children, six and four. When I question her about starting young, she says she’s 32 – hard to believe, really, considering how young she looks. I wonder what her secret is. She is one of those rare women that I really want to photograph, but instead of asking, I pay and leave.