There is an unintentional running joke when I go photograph a model at their home for the first time.
It basically goes, “boy, i hope you’re not a serial killer.” 
So, really, there are at least ten women out there who did, or do, think I may possibly be a serial killer. 
Which is hysterical if you know me.
Plausible if you don’t.
And, I suppose, encouraging if you actually Are a serial killer.  
Georgia, who I shot (and had a great time with) on Sunday, had the joke running through our entire shoot, even going so far as to thank me for not killing her as I was leaving.
Which gives her an A+ in humor, in my book.  
She’s damn pretty in the face, so that doesn’t hurt none neither. 

There is an unintentional running joke when I go photograph a model at their home for the first time.

It basically goes, “boy, i hope you’re not a serial killer.” 

So, really, there are at least ten women out there who did, or do, think I may possibly be a serial killer. 

Which is hysterical if you know me.

Plausible if you don’t.

And, I suppose, encouraging if you actually Are a serial killer.  

Georgia, who I shot (and had a great time with) on Sunday, had the joke running through our entire shoot, even going so far as to thank me for not killing her as I was leaving.

Which gives her an A+ in humor, in my book.  

She’s damn pretty in the face, so that doesn’t hurt none neither. 

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