From time to time I run into photographers who ask if they can take my photo.
Are they photographers or “photographers”?
I don’t know.
Take for instance this past weekend.
Ben, who was assisting in my hot air balloon ride, told me I had an Anna Nicole Smith vibe.
It always begs the question. . .
THIS Anna Nicole Smith?
or HOT MESS Anna Nicole Smith?
Regardless, I suppose it’s a compliment.
So there I am, getting ready to leave after my hot air balloon ride when I’m approached by Ben.
He tells me he’d like to stay in contact with me.
He’d like to take my picture.
Says he’s a photographer (or “photographer”).
And he thinks I’d look great in black and white.
I should’ve told him about my Boudoir Adventure of 2014.
But no, instead I take his business card (a business card which does not have a link to a professional website, incidentally) and I thank him for his interest.
I think of all the creeps I have fended off over the years who have asked to take my picture.
Ben came off far less creepy and far more genuine than the others.
But I’m still not going to take him up on his offer.
Lately me and photographs have not been friends.