This image, one of my absolute favorites, is unlike any others. It was taken on a camera I don’t even own anymore: an iPhone 4S. I got this exposure, and a number of others, along the curb in Butchertown, where someone had discarded a number of old photographs they’d apparently made into some sort of installation—many were attached to strings. I took the photographs exactly as is, physically manipulating nothing, and so some are more interesting than others (one of the old photographs, for example, just sat on the asphalt). But this photograph was interesting, and it was made moreso when I ran it through an app a friend had recommended: Snapseed. I bumped up the colors and heightened the contrast—all on that iPhone—and what I got I printed for myself on the Canon Pro-10 I had recently bought. This was before I owned any camera besides my father’s Pentax K1000, which at that time was still packed away in a closet, unused. I called it “Portrait of a Man” because I wanted it to resonate with any man. the figure in this image remains nameless, unknown, like the bowls of old photographs one sometimes finds in antique shops with tags like, “Instant Relatives.”