I enjoy going Demon Mode sometimes when my girlfriend and I are in a random establishment that could use some Google Review love. She writes the caption while I take the photos. I usually won’t know what she’s going to write, but I go off my gut and photograph myself in ways that I imagine will complement some dimension of her review. The result is a series of reviews that paint some sorta psychological profile of an amateur Food Critic (who occasionally frequents Marijuana Dispensaries) that is maybe on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
