That time I was discovered...
by Andrea Mulder-Slater
I was sitting at the downtown art studio, on one of the comfy Adirondack chairs. The sun was low in the sky - the day drawing to a close.
I had dragged the chair to the side of the studio, so it faced the ocean. And, as it had been a rather warm day, a large bottle of Evian water was sitting on the ground next to me.
I was sitting at the downtown art studio, on one of the comfy Adirondack chairs. The sun was low in the sky - the day drawing to a close.
I had dragged the chair to the side of the studio, so it faced the ocean. And, as it had been a rather warm day, a large bottle of Evian water was sitting on the ground next to me.
As
I contemplated whether or not to lock up a little early, a man wandered
around the corner.
He glanced at me - several times - before gazing out on the view. Then he turned around, looked me up and down and asked if I would be okay with him taking a few photographs.
He glanced at me - several times - before gazing out on the view. Then he turned around, looked me up and down and asked if I would be okay with him taking a few photographs.
Here's what I thought: "Photos? Of me? I'm being discovered! This is just like in the movies!"
Here's what I said: "Sure, okay."
"I'll be back in a bit with my equipment," he said, "I hope you don't mind waiting."
As soon as he disappeared from sight, I headed for the washroom to make sure I had no lettuce in my teeth.
Then, I waited.
When the man came back carrying a pile of professional equipment, I knew this was serious. I felt the need to rustle up an entourage.
While he set up his giant camera, I asked, "Where should I sit, or do you want me to stand?"
He looked at me - strangely - and told me it didn't really matter to him either way.
Of course! I thought. He wants to get some candid shots, you know, to capture my natural beauty.
Then,
he asked me where the Evian bottle went. I told him I had cleaned up "the set" and
put it in the trash.
That's when things got weird.
The photographer insisted on having the water bottle back where it was - next to the Adirondack chair, outside.
That's when things got weird.
The photographer insisted on having the water bottle back where it was - next to the Adirondack chair, outside.
I obliged and watched as the pro got down on
the ground, directed his lens out the door and starting clicking like
crazy - without me in the frame.
It was then that the subject of his shot became abundantly clear.
It was the Evian bottle, with the ocean as a backdrop.
It was the Evian bottle, with the ocean as a backdrop.
So. Very. Deflated.
No, really.
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