â€œAsk for a â€˜Proof of Life,â€™ is my suggestion.â€ My wife is having lunch with our friend with a couple of Iraq tours under his belt when she receives a strangely chipper text from me in the middle of my photo session with man on the lam, John McAfee. What our friend is jokingly suggesting, a â€œProof of Life,â€ is a document showing evidence that a person who has been abducted or kidnapped is indeed alive, such as a photograph of them holding the dayâ€™s newspaper.
Tech innovator John McAfee had gone rogue a number of years before and was now holed up in a fortress of a home in Lexington, Tennessee. McAfee fled Belize after the authorities arrested him for the suspected murder of his neighbor. I had assured my wife that I would check in once in a while during my Menâ€™s Journal sitting with him so that she knew that I was alright, but then realized that if things got weird and McAfee became paranoid that I was giving out his location I wanted an electronic trail that was not going to get me into trouble. Hence, the cheerful text.
Funny enough as we got shooting, I couldnâ€™t resist going darker and more intense with the pictures. There is something about having a camera in your hands that makes you feel invincible.
At one point, we were doing a setup against a blood red wall, with the light and color wrapping around onto McAfeeâ€™s face. After a few frames he came over and looked at the laptop screen, â€œOh, this is very good. Youâ€™re the best photographer that Iâ€™ve shot with.â€ Oh, so he wants to look sinister.Â
See full post here: The Chris Buck2015-10-06.