It's the night before I head off to South America (in search of reflective images of course for The Mirror Project!) and as I'm loading up my backpack, I'm scouring the room for the little things I might have missed. There, on top of the entertainment center, I spot my cd's and Liz Phair staring back. I captured her so that I could go to the local internet cafe, go to TMP.Com and she'd be looking back at me again, a friendly face amongst strangers.