When Mr. Hayes had entered my studio, my heart had nearly wept with the need to photograph him. Portraits were my first love, and his face looked like it had been made to be loved by a camera. His face was boyish and young, but it was his eyes that captivated me. They were a startling shade of blue-green, and the look in them was at complete odds with the wide smile that graced his face. His smile said, ‘don’t worry, I won’t hurt you,’ while his eyes said, ‘I will eat you alive if you so much as touch me.’
