This is a very common experience amongst editor and photographers I know but nevertheless it never fails to trip me up: the strange voyage of getting to know someone’s face. I mean, you meet someone for a few minutes, you go home with their photos, then it’s just you alone with their faces. You notice things. You get to know their quirks, and you’ve become convinced that you KNOW them. Then one day, you see them faces in the street or at a party, you run up, you scream hi, and they just sorta nod at you and keep moving. Or it’s even weirder with a friend, ‘cause they’re like hey, it’s been a long time, while you’re like I stared at your face for hours last Tuesday.