Okay, this has happened a lot recently, and it's a little embarrassing. I've gotten ballsier about running up to total strangers and asking to take their photos (at times, risking certain death crossing busy streets) - and I'm constantly amazed that people let a total stranger take their photo to put up on the internet: that's trust. But recently, I've run after women who turn out to be.. working girls.
Professionals. Models, I mean. It's like going up to Gordon Ramsay and saying, 'Hey, mate, would you whip me up an omelette.' Bit cheeky.
BetsieD was on her way back from a job, with her book in her suitcase, and I assumed she was just another beautiful woman coming back from holiday. She was a good sport about it. (She claims it was because I was so sweet but really, she knew I wasn't going away til I got my shot.) Her gorgeous coat is by Maharishi, aka Hardy Blechman. Interview here in the JC Report.
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