Some women smile for the camera. McKenna mean-mugged me the entire way through, and that was the whole point. Hair styled somewhere between Deftones and ’90s grunge, a heavy-metal rocker in a black tank, she has the kind of stare that could level a city block. I just kept the lens steady and let her burn a hole through downtown.

We didn’t get warmth. We got something better, attitude, slow grain, and one cool spin that turned a handful of frames into a video. (It was cool. Right? It was cool.)