How I Richard Dreyfuss an Idea

Not too long ago, the photo editor of Real Change got in touch and asked if I could photograph a baked potato to help illustrate the ongoing Nickelsville story here in the Pacific Northwest. He said it can be "as loaded — butter, sour cream, chives, bacon bits? — as you'd want it to be." While it seemed pretty straightforward, I'm always looking for an opportunity to turn the everyday on it's ear. After some rumination in the sketchbooks, it hit me like a lightning bolt: Richard Dreyfuss, son!

A couple days later, my wife was hitting the sack for the night and saw me sitting on the couch, surrounded by brown paper shopping bags, some crumpled pieces of printer paper, aluminum foil, scissors and tape. . . truly not an 'out-of-the-ordinary' kind of occurrence here at the Office of Michael Clinard.

Sadly, no photos of that event, but I venture to say it looked a lot like the above in her mind.

Needless to say, I got in studio the next day to refine the look. Below are a few outtakes with the final.

Missed being in the studio lately as I've been shooting more people on locations rather than product and still-life.

The approach here was to document the construction with little to no fanfare: straight, direct, almost banal. I really couldn't be more pleased with the results.

More always,