Parker Day grew up hanging around her father’s comic-book shop, in San Jose. There were certain shelves, the ones with explicit comics by the likes of R. Crumb, that she was not allowed to browse, so she would dream up her own stories inspired by the covers of the forbidden works. More recently, after returning to photography—a subject she studied in school but gave up when she became a hairdresser and then a night-life promoter—she fell into a similar habit. Searching social media for strangers she might be interested in photographing, she would find a subject—a goth or a drag queen, say—and start to spin stories about what might be beneath the person’s surface.
-The New Yorker
