Corporate headshots are the best and easiest gig ever because normally the clients are not very particular, nor do they have very high expectations, if any, for how their pictures turn out. Most of the time they figure they'll be like passport photos and will come out looking awful, so when I deliver a pretty, photoshopped picture of them looking 10 years younger and 30 lbs lighter they are generally very pleased.
Anyway.
After my shoot I met up with VVR at a french bistro called Gamine. It was a really delicious with a Roquefort and grilled onion slathered burger I ate so fast I didn't even have time to take a picture. Oops.
Post-dinner we climbed the super steep hills of the city to find Victoria's car, and her boyfriend Charles ripped the ass of his pants.
They dropped me off at a sketchy bar called Gas Light where Bralex was celebrating Alex's birthday.
With BEER!
And raughter.
Yeebee met up.
And it was pretty low-key.
Until we got attacked by a homeless.



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