The Photographer's Assistant
The model's in make-up. I'm needed as the preview, the stand-in, the crash-test dummy. The flash goes off; the image is peered at, discarded, adjustments get made. No one wants to keep a picture of me. I pick it up and put it in my pocket. Welcome to my polaroids.




1 Comments:
this one is kind of creepy...like an "office space" moment.
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