




Thanks to Shaq not only was I able to go see the William Eggleston exhibition at The Whitney because she motivated me to but she is the sole reason why I know of him. Back when I met Shaq we used to nerd out on our favorite photographers and he would always be Shaq's number one stunna. Kind of like when you ask a hip-hop junky their favorite album and there are really only three responses Illmatic, Reasonable Doubt or Ready to Die. Ya dig? Go see the show.