I had taken Yoko’s portrait a few years earlier inside
the infamous “white room” at The Dakota, the apartment building where she has
lived for 40 years.
With this new assignment, I was hoping to photograph
her in different space. After saying
hello again and chatting for a few minutes, I asked if we could take the photos
in a different room from our last shoot.
Yoko agreed. Her assistant and I quietly
walked down the hallway. As he opened
the first door, I knew that we did not need to look any further. The room was painted a golden shade of
yellow. There was an aura inside of this small room that was difficult to
describe. As I stood there I felt a calmness
settling inside of me (which I never feel when I am working). The walls seemed
to offer comfort and I knew that I was where I was supposed to be.
We walked back to where Yoko was waiting and I asked
if we could take the photograph in the room with the golden walls. She didn’t answer right away. Then, in a soft
voice, she told me that she had never been photographed in that room.