But once digital cameras appeared, they didn't need a film photographer anymore. I left the Sentinel with Michael around 1993, to help him start his own magazine called Odyssey, which is still publishing. I used a Minolta at first, and then a Nikon with a huge flash attachment. We'd go out several nights a week, and I would develop the film in a little darkroom I had under the stairs of my apartment building. We had a full-page spread in each issue called Hot Shots. I would take the pictures, and he would write the captions, which were sometimes pretty gossipy. We would skip the lines and get drink tickets Michael could open any door. They were expanding their coverage to include more nightlife, so they paired me with a sales manager named Michael Everaert, who knew everyone on the club scene.
The Sentinel was a weekly paper that covered news and arts, and they took me on. I moved to San Francisco from Colorado when I was 22, and my first place was a studio in the South of Market neighborhood - right in the middle of all the action! I got a job at a photo lab, but wanted more work as a professional photographer, so I started knocking on the doors of publications.
