I care so little for my models.  The reflector my assistant was pointing into Carré’s face was basically shining the entire sun at her, yet it mattered not!!! The shot! The shot is all that matters!!!! I’m not planning on ever becoming a professional photographer, but I do sometimes imagine what it would be like.  Unfortunately, during those fantasies, I’m usually a freakishly loud asshole, demanding ridiculously inane things: bowls full of green m&ms, freshly squeezed grape juice, fluffers (for me), a team of assistants that basically do all my work for me, someone to continually wipe my brow.  Ah, to be drunk on power.  

I care so little for my models.  The reflector my assistant was pointing into Carré’s face was basically shining the entire sun at her, yet it mattered not!!! The shot! The shot is all that matters!!!!

I’m not planning on ever becoming a professional photographer, but I do sometimes imagine what it would be like.  Unfortunately, during those fantasies, I’m usually a freakishly loud asshole, demanding ridiculously inane things: bowls full of green m&ms, freshly squeezed grape juice, fluffers (for me), a team of assistants that basically do all my work for me, someone to continually wipe my brow. 

Ah, to be drunk on power.