The Mysterious Murder of Jack Rizza

It started innocently enough. We were just staging a photo, moving around furniture and props. Then she decided to lift a heavy water bottle.

Did she slip? Was it intentional? Was there some harbored resentment?

I just asked her to stand closer. Pretend they were a couple. Maybe it was too much?

The bottle came out, and that was curtains for Jack.

The other girls took no notice. Could they be so heartless? Could they be so devious?

They dragged his body to the elevator*, and left him to fester on the hillside as they departed the scene.

Jack’s memory lives on in the last images captured of him alive, during our photoshoot of the 1992 Dormitory, which you can view in his honor here:

1992 Dormitory

*As we took the elevator down, Jack said “oh man, we should totally get a shot of them hauling my body downstairs in the elevator.” I laughed, but didn’t want to slow down to take the shot, funny as the idea was. Now I regret it, it really would have tied the story together.