“Your assistant had sent me an e-mail that ended with the words ‘good luck’ so I thought, I’m going to a monster,” the photographer said.
“No, I’m not that bad,” I answered.
The photographer was shooting me in my apartment. “The light here is beautiful,” she said.
In half an hour she was done.
“Are you done for the day?” I asked.
“No,” she answered, “I have one more.”