She sauntered confidently down the boulevard, shopping bags swinging freely. Then she saw me taking her picture, broke stride, and gave me a sort of sly look.
Encouraged, I continued shooting and she starting laughing and asked Why are you taking my picture?
Then I guess she resigned herself, as only a woman as beautiful as she is must do every day of her life, to the inevitability of it all. At that point, I no longer existed.
I shoot thousands of street images and make pictures, as my mother used to put it, of countless beautiful women here in Los Angeles. I don’t apologize for it. I’m interested in capturing beauty in the way I see beauty and I always will be. Beyond that, I’m not generally interested in offering an explanation. But a picture is worth a thousand words, and if anyone ever asks my why I would dare take pictures of women I don’t know on the street, I’ll tell them to come and look at the first image in this blog post.
And I want to thank the gorgeous lady pictured here for taking it all with such good humor.
P.S. What I didn’t realize is that I’d caught an image of her earlier about a half mile away. She looked and carried herself like a different person. She seemed totally within herself and lost in her own thoughts. I’ll include that image to make a nice five because I read somewhere yesterday that a photographer should never show more than five images from any event or shoot. 😉
All images taken with the 90mm 2.8 Elmarit. The beauty I never leave home without.