blockquote>I first met queer photographer Mickey Aloisio when he was touring across America as part of a project he called “American Wildlife.” We were Instagram friends, and he messaged me saying he was driving across country photographing gay men. He asked if he could stay at my house in L.A. I wouldn’t usually say yes to this kind of thing, but I was fascinated by Aloisio’s work — the idea of a guy just getting in his car with barely enough money, no idea where he would stay or who he would photograph, and just driving from his home in Queens, New York, across the United States.
Jeff Leavell 