On a balmy January morning in Miami, at five forty five in the morning, mind you, Clem picked me up in an Uber and we set off on our way to an empty beach. This was a guerilla style production, my favorite kind. Just me, my camera, Clem, and loud crickets. It turned out that the beach we were going to was much closer than we anticipated, so when we arrived, it was still pitch black around. Not a hotel-adjacent location, it had no street lights or glimmers of light from the windows. Just pure blackness.
I was mortified. It’s Florida for God’s sake! Alligators! Mosquitoes!