When I was in college, I read a poem in the Oklahoma University English department’s literary journal Windmill called “The Five Faces of the Skeleton.” I thought it was a pretty cool poem, and some years later I did an homage to it by reading some of my lame, depressing poetry over some Brian Eno music. It was sufficiently embarrassing that I have since erased that tape. However, I was reminded of the title “The Five Faces of the Skeleton” last week when our editor, Talina Turner, was preparing to photograph a party, and needed my help coming up with some lighting. I let her use me as a model, and it turns out that unlike a lot of other photographers, I am not particularly shy in front of the camera. So now I present to you “The Five Faces of the Skelton, Phase III”…