The Girl Three Doors Down
Life of a Photographer
The other day I was bored, procrastinating, and letting Instagram be bubble gum for my brain. As the feed was zooming down my computer screen something caught my attention. I scrolled back to the post — recognizing the pair of eyes staring back at me. I’m terrible at remembering names, but I seldom forget a face, especially one that I photographed, and I knew those eyes. It was a model that I‘d shot many years ago.
Flashback to many years ago:
I walked a couple of blocks down to the corner Blockbuster video store. It was Friday night and I found a few movies to while away the weekend. I brought them to the checkout counter and the first thing I noticed was the cashier — a pretty girl with short black hair and big beautiful eyes.
Being a photographer, I instantly knew that I wanted to photograph her. My mind was already coming up with ideas to suit her look — definitely black & white; high-contrast; 1920s era fashion; pearls… Yeah, maybe something like a flapper. Femme fatale. Theda Bara. That’s it. Perfect.
It’s always awkward because photographers can sometimes come across sounding like a creeper when approaching or asking a potential model if they’d like to pose for a shoot. I tried making small talk and finally, tripping over my tongue, I told her that I was a…
