"This Way Please Mr. Jackson..."
About 40 or so paparazzi were neatly lined up against metal barricades with their HUGE lenses waiting for their shot. Some of them turned and looked me up and down as I came from the other side of 23rd street and started shooting from between parked cars.
I started to laugh at myself with my silly 'nifty-fifty' lens.
"Hey, who'ya with?!" shouts one of trapped photographers. I reached into my wallet and gave the guy one of my Flickr calling cards; I guess I could have told the guy that I'm married these days.
He said I look like some Russian photog he worked with the other night by the World Trade Center.
Whatever.
I started to laugh at myself with my silly 'nifty-fifty' lens.
"Hey, who'ya with?!" shouts one of trapped photographers. I reached into my wallet and gave the guy one of my Flickr calling cards; I guess I could have told the guy that I'm married these days.
He said I look like some Russian photog he worked with the other night by the World Trade Center.
Whatever.
posted by Runs With Scissors at 3:56 AM
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