They were of a couple I knew, dressed up funky and obviously having a good time goofing around with each other.
Sort of half fashion, half portraits, printed in black and white.
I was looking at them when he walked up and smiled at me.
I asked him about the photos and he said that it wasn’t really his thing, that he was more of a journalist, more of a street photographer, waving at the big Mature big girls toronto. photos on the wall, but that when he found interesting people who wanted to pose, he had a lot of fun messing around with it.
I looked back at the prints and before I knew what I was saying, asked him when he would take some photos of me.
He smiled and said.
You are a beautiful girl, Emanuel, why don’t you come tomorrow evening.
I will cook something and then we will do some pictures.
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