When I moved to New York, I was still in the closet.
Growing up, my room was covered in posters. I was like, "I want to make posters."
I was never told, "Fags are going to hell." You just didn't talk about it.
Whatever emotions you're going through, you somehow seek out the people that are going through similar emotions or that maybe have something you need.
All I do is make photos. It's my life.
Most of the e-mails I get nowadays are from students who ask me how I got my start. In truth its from having a really supportive family but also having a good patron who will help you - like financing all those early trips I took.