A few weeks ago, there was a house fire a few miles from my home. Since, I’ve driven by the boarded up windows everyday. Yesterday when I drove by, there was a construction crew with sledgehammers tearing out the walls. I stopped and talked to them for a tick, and one of the guys with a hammer was the previous owner. I asked a few questions, and he asked me if I was a Private Investigator. I told him “No, just a photographer.” The conversation progressed and when I asked if I could come back at night and take photos, he obliged.

I put out the word that I needed a last minute model on a few various outlets. I also sent out a slew of text messages, and found the girl I wanted to use. I ran out and bought 68 candles. We rendezvoused at JB’s Gallery of Girls, had a Jack & Coke, discussed details and rode to the location. It’s much harder to make a pentagram out of candles than you would have thought.