Jonathan Caouette and I had been out in front of his hotel shooting photos for about twenty minutes. We ran through everything that I'd been interested in trying; him flashing people lasciviously, him under a clock and him blowing smoke at me. Caouette was tired as hell and was a genuine trooper for taking time out of his alotted nap time to do photos with me. I had bid him farewell... and then noticed the huge outdoor TV screen running Chicago International Film Festival promos. Graciously, Caouette agreed to three more moments of photos and, thus, I got this gorgeous shot of him.
