It was only after the shoot wrapped, while threading noiselessly through Joshua Tree National Park in the near-night shadows of boulders did I divulge what had only just then occurred to me. I remarked that the entire success of the project--this whole reason for being out in the desert in the first place--was predicated by the claim that Dustin could actually, y'know, dance.
Maybe it's the trust built between friends that caused me not to question his assertions as anything but a statement of fact. Because it was months ago that we had the notion in the first place: To drive out to the desert, to do a portrait shoot whose sole aesthetic crux was Dustin, dancing. So it turns out: the guy's amazing.
We laughed into the dashboard and into the windshield then, because the shoot had already happened, because we saw it to fruition, because it was successful.
Sometimes the best laid plans find in themselves a cornerstone of spontaneity.
Enjoy these photos. I sure had a marvelous time taking them.
All photography by Laurel Dailey, featuring Dustin Giallanza
(with special thanks to Miss Ashley Millar)