I'm fake I'm hip and I know it. Hotter than a glued on Fendi badge. Hotter than a fake Louis V bag. I travel the fashion capitals of the world to take hip photographs of people and then photoshop them out of recognition just because I can, I am the fake sartorialist after all and everything I do becomes fashion history the second I click 'Post to Blog'
Showing posts with label Milan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Milan. Show all posts
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
The Lobal Gent Man or The Sainthood of Darance
It's difficult enough shooting really-really-good-looking-people without them also being your full-time lover and part-time friend.
Poor poor Darance just couldn't click the shutter button without me checking the composure, light levels and my hair in the mirror, over and over again. I kept on saying, are you sure you don't just want me to take the photograph myself, really love, it might just be easier and most likely faster, but Darance persisted.
It really didn't help much either with my 19th century royal-wax collar that began to melt in the Milan heat towards the end of the shoot.
Sorry D,
next time a self-pic on my BB might just be the best compromise.
xxx
Poor poor Darance just couldn't click the shutter button without me checking the composure, light levels and my hair in the mirror, over and over again. I kept on saying, are you sure you don't just want me to take the photograph myself, really love, it might just be easier and most likely faster, but Darance persisted.
It really didn't help much either with my 19th century royal-wax collar that began to melt in the Milan heat towards the end of the shoot.
Sorry D,
next time a self-pic on my BB might just be the best compromise.
xxx
Friday, October 2, 2009
Thursday, October 1, 2009
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