Olivia Walks the Catwalk

In a whirlwind motion of creative energy, combined with a new-found destination of the most inspiring variety, Paul, Olivia and I find ourselves on a Bainbridge Island beach, climbing through dense collections of grasses. As we approached a graffitti-covored, gaping hole of a concrete building, I gasped at the sight of a chaotic collaboration of multi-colored spray paint murals, glowing in the late afternoon sun. As we got closer Paul told me the building was an old cannery, but with its floor to ceiling tagging and glass laden floor... it looked more like the remnants Hollywood after-party than a former cornerstone of the Bainbridge economy.


Once inside the structure of rebar and rock, we climbed over old beer cans, beneath the tree growing through the center, and around steel columns that remain the only suggestion of safety. Olivia was a great sport as we tromped around, and dressed her up... bribing her with cookies to grab a few great portfolio shots of our high maintenance bitch slumming it.