Tell us the story of how your parents decided to name you after the town of Winona, Minnesota.
My parents were passing through Winona on their way to San Francisco from New York. The day before I was born, my mom was doing laundry at a local laundromat, where she saw a booklet with a picture of an American Indian princess called The Legend of Winona.
Apparently, when she picked it up, it caused her to go into labor. About fourteen hours later, I was born in a farmhouse. I’m called a "shoelace baby" because I came out early and all my dad knew to do was boil a shoelace and tie off the umbilical cord. But it worked—I’m here. Yay shoelaces!
So you were born in Winona. Then where did your family go?
We ended up in San Francisco on Telegraph Hill in North Beach. From there we moved up north to the Mendocino area. We basically lived in a commune. There were 380 acres of redwoods, seven families and no electricity. It made for a really cool part of my childhood. We ate what we grew, we didn’t have television—it really encouraged us to use our imaginations.
You’re creating a photo essay on the town of Winona. Can you tell us how you got into photography?
My mom is a very good photographer and some of my earliest memories are of just looking through photography books with her. I started collecting photography when I started making money. I have a pretty wonderful collection.