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[ Thu Jun 25th/ 8:54pm ] |
Farewell, fair Farrah. You shall be missed; thank God's goodness that you were immortalized in a certain poster.
I've got a shoot for Vogue. It's actually fairly lucky for my sake that Ms Fawcett passed today; otherwise I might simply expire myself from a too much excitement.
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[ Wed Apr 22nd/ 6:35am ] |
I met the most gorgeous girl today. Bridesmaid at a wedding I was working. Brunette, big green eyes, the cutest freckles. Named Melissa. Beautiful name. I'm taking her out Friday. There's an adorable little bistro on Suffolk which will be perfect. Now I just need to decide on flowers. Roses are too obvious. Something rich, her coloring is so rich...
Something to think about.
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[ Sat Mar 28th/ 3:12pm ] |
I'm pretty sure the dude at the magazine stand winked at me today. And so, for the record, I'd like to say that just because a guy buys a Vogue doesn't mean he's into other dudes. He might not be buying it for the fashion. The best commercial professional photography money can buy might be a factor. That and the beautiful ladies. Beyonce on the cover? I'm into that.
Can't help but feel sorry for magazine guy, though, can you?
And for something entirely different: I did a 'photoshoot' today for some girl's senior pictures. The family didn't like the studio the school hired, apparently. Which would have been a lot more flattering if the chick hadn't been a total brat. Thankfully I can handle bratty girls. So she's going to recommend me to all their rich bratty friends. I should probably be grateful for the business. And I am. But Jesus, it's not my favorite kind of gig, let's just leave it at that. I didn't like high school girls when I was in high school.
Well. That's a lie. I liked lots and lots of them. 'Liked.' Heh. But I was a stupid kid, what can I say?
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