He had started the morning as just another tourist with a camera. He’d been snapping away at every landmark on his tour around Paris. He was now walking the length of the Champs Elysees from the Arc de Triomphe, capturing on camera all he could of Parisian life.
He heard a car screech to a halt close by, and turned to see what was happening. A large man in black got out of the car, and ran towards him. Continue reading
She looked hard at herself in the mirror, but this was not a face she recognised. If she didn‘t recognise herself, how on earth was she going to get through customs with a photo of someone unrecognisable on her passport? “What a fuss just for a passport photo” she thought. Well, never mind, at least the make-over would please her boyfriend for an evening.She thanked the make-up artist and went into the photographic studio. It was not as she had expected it to be. There were white silk drapes hanging round everywhere, even covering part of the floor. In the middle of the drapes on the floor stood a tall stool.Mr Photographer said “Just sit on that stool, cross your legs, clasp one knee with both hands locked together and lean backwards. That will give you the best position for a nice sexy pose.” Continue reading 