Lululemon stores used to have what they called “ambassadors,” basically local athletes who would help promote the store in return for overpriced shorts. I was hired to photograph some of these people at a store near Washington, DC , and they would make giant prints to hang in the store with my photos. The shoots were super fun, but the corporate side of Lululemon (here comes some juicy photo gossip!) was pretty toxic. A few weeks after I decided to stop working for them, an employee murdered another Lululemon-er in a nearby store. Glad I got out when I did!
