Daniel Florencio

A photographer turned paparazzi is caught in the downward spiral of a fabricated tabloid story.

Edward, Susan, and their son, Lino, live a nice life in the suburbs having all that their bourgeois life can afford. Then, one day and without warning, stinky, brown, "doughy" stuff starts appearing outside their expensive and luxurious home. Despite their son's pleas to get their hands dirt and clean it up, the parents insist that this is "someone else's job"

A photographer turned paparazzi is caught in the downward spiral of a fabricated tabloid story.

A photographer turned paparazzi is caught in the downward spiral of a fabricated tabloid story.

Edward, Susan, and their son, Lino, live a nice life in the suburbs having all that their bourgeois life can afford. Then, one day and without warning, stinky, brown, "doughy" stuff starts appearing outside their expensive and luxurious home. Despite their son's pleas to get their hands dirt and clean it up, the parents insist that this is "someone else's job"

Edward, Susan, and their son, Lino, live a nice life in the suburbs having all that their bourgeois life can afford. Then, one day and without warning, stinky, brown, "doughy" stuff starts appearing outside their expensive and luxurious home. Despite their son's pleas to get their hands dirt and clean it up, the parents insist that this is "someone else's job"