Work had been utterly chaotic, in good part because I’d made the decision to hire an insane–but very nice–young man as an assistant. He was 21 and had disappeared in a flurry of guns, drugs and disaster.
The photo shoot with Soroush was like a tranquil island of absolute peace in comparison.
I was amazed to learn that Soroush is 22. Compared to the 21 year old I’d been working with, Soroush seemed far more self-aware than 22 years warranted.
I left the room and asked Pony to give Soroush a white sheet and a light. When I came back, this is how Pony had arranged things.
Why a simple white sheet? I have no idea. I have no ideas or concepts. Though with Soroush the sheet kept turning into different distinctive things. He never questioned it, but tried out different poses until I liked something.
I think it was because he was so refreshingly grown-up that I asked if we could all climb under the sheet together. The three of us–Pony, Soroush and me–covered ourselves and it was suddenly like we were boys hiding in a secret fort. I could smell the clean scents of Soroush and Pony and feel their warmth.
I don’t know when I’ve found a shoot so refreshing and pleasant. On a whim I asked him if he knew what “Soroush” meant.
“Yes, I do. Do you know what ‘Paul’ means?”
I told him that I thought that ‘Paul’ meant ‘humble’. This made Pony laugh out loud, and I can’t blame him.
“So, what does ‘Soroush’ mean?” I asked again.
“It means ‘angel’.”
– PAUL MORRIS
Beautiful body and beautiful photos – peaceful, masculine, alive!