“I was sent to an all-girls boarding school in the English countryside when I was 14,” says photographer Sloan Wolf. “I got in trouble at boarding school — a lot.”
The stunning New York City native seems to be setting us up, so we prod for stories of teen debauchery. Instead, we somehow end up talking about space and her Russian language studies.
“More than anything else, I want to go to space,” she says. “Russia is where you’d likely go as a private passenger into space. And I mean space space — none of this Virgin Galactic, sub-orbital, upper-stratosphere shit (with respect to Sir Branson). And if that dream fails to materialize, when I fall into a deep and hopeless depression, I can wallow in Dostoyevsky written in its original language.”
Wolf, who now lives in Los Angeles, recently spent a week shooting for us to document her personal escapades with 35mm film, Polaroids, and a disposable camera (note the “fiesta” prints). Though it was a fun assignment, there’s always something more fun waiting at home.
“I couldn’t wait to go home and play Call of Duty,” she says. “My kill-to-death ratio is getting pretty decent, and I can trash talk the shit out of some 12-year-olds.”