Last night, Tina, my photography partner Bill and I went on a brainstorming session to talk about a shoot we’re doing on Saturday.
We were also supposed to meet with a clothing designer to pick out some stuff to use for our models.
The shoot is exciting. Bill made a contact at a magazine that is going to feature us in an online magazine spread and behind the scenes shoot.
We ducked in a local Mexican restaurant to have a beer and talk. While we were waiting, a guy sitting by himself said, “Hey, are jew a photographer?”
I tend to carry my camera around with me. It’s a walking advertisement for Pete’s sake.
“Yes,” I said.
“Hey, would jew … would jew take my picture?
He was a little sauced, and I’m always looking for a stranger to shoot.
I said, “Yeah, of course.”
“How much would you charge?” he asked.
“Man, for you, nothin. Let me just set my camera.” I started fondling my dials to set up for an indoor light. I resorted to a slowish shutter (1/40th), an aperture of around 4.5 (I wanted more depth of field), and prayed I didn’t fuck it up.
The above shot is the result.
The guy introduced himself and we friended each other on Facebook.
I love these kinds of interactions. It makes being what I love and what I love to do … better.