As I was trying to decide on a photo for this month, I was torn. I had it narrowed down to a handful of images, but no one in particular was speaking to me. Then I realized that for almost a week now, I've been getting subtle signs every day: news about some people trying to revive Polaroid; somebody asking me to take portraits of their kid; hearing about a musician called Little Napoleon.
These things - especially that last one - were all pointing me to this Polaroid emulsion transfer print I made about three years ago in SoHo, NYC. (If you want to find out a bit more about the technique I use for these prints, you can check out randy.kato.com/polatran.)
These guys were being carried by their parents, and were normal little tykes in the confines of mommy and daddy's arms. But as soon as their feet touched the ground and they stood on their own, a tangible transformation took place. They were like tiny kings, full of gravitas and regality. The elder's Napoleonic pose is befitting of a diminutive emperor. It was only appropriate that I bow down before them to shoot from a more humble perspective.
By the way, if by some stroke of serendipity anybody happens to know these mini kings (who would be about three years older today), please get me in touch with their parents. They never came back to pick up their prints.