
Meet Rosanne Smith. We used to be roomates in LA, now we are neighbors in Brooklyn. This sort of thing is common here, transplants are all over NYC. When I first met Rosanne I thought she hated me, then I realized she was just shy.
I took one of my favorite photos to date of Rosanne's backside as her and her dreamy boyfriend Nick slept on a cot together in the middle of the woods (she wore yellow underwear). That trip she helped us all free ourselves. She's really just a lion in tiny body.
-sunny