Thursday, October 29, 2009
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.
next time a self-pic on my BB might just be the best compromise.