We shot a lot of pictures that day, and did a set with each individual dancer.
It was a lot of fun, and I got only slightly burned.
I probably could’ve kept shooting, but I think at the end of three hours we’d run out of dancers.
When they walked into the junkyard, a wave of awe and disbelief rippled through the place. Jaws dropped. Eyes bulged. One guy asked if he could possibly get a job with me. It was amazing, the number of people there. And it was absolutely breathtaking–not just when the dancers arrived and strutted down the main aisle in a line, but the effect they caused.
I was impressed.
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