For years, let’s say six, I had known of Gina and for just about as long as I later found out she had been reservedly entertaining the idea of having me photograph her. She mentioned how real my work came across, as if she could look at someone’s pictures and immediately get a sense of who they were; their essence. So let’s say after your scroll through her pictures you’re left with the opinion that Gina herself is bold. That she marches to the beat of her own drum, that she isn’t quiet and she isn’t one to recall her words afraid of their inadvertent offense. Let’s say you scroll and you’re just left with a sense that she’s a quintessential New Yorker who’s well aware of themselves, their flaws, yet chooses to carry on without regard for being deterred or slowed down; you’d be absolutely right.

— Field Notes