As a photo editor at Rolling Stone I became obsessed with the singer as she broke out and fell apart in public.
In 2006 I was a photo editor at Rolling Stone.
This was a title that impressed my grandmother and signaled to her an enormous improvement in my career after the previous few years I’d spent working at an online sex magazine.
‘But there are think pieces!’I’d told her.
Still I was happy for the change of subject — at 28 I hoped I was finally on my way.At my new post I soon learned that I wasn’t the good kind of photo editor — the kind who assigns portraits of celebrities to a carefully-chosen photographer and creates a feature or cover shoot.I was the other kind of photo editor (the now nearly ubiquitous kind) who spends most of their time scouring an image portal and then posts the properly cropped and cleverly captioned spoils on the internet.At Rolling Stone we had access to thousands of images which were constantly being loaded into the system — many were hard news pictures but there was also a trove of paparazzi footage – which appeared in front of me almost in real-time.
My new job was an endless intoxicating visual buffet of the moment-to-moment reality of other (famous) people’s lives and I was instantly addicted.
These lives became my daily stories and 2006 was a good year for it.