Have you ever been a Soviet Spy? (I know your too young but Governments make a lot of mistakes)
I propose you supply a photograph of yourself so we can provide better guesses.
One of your wonderful drawings would possibly work but in this case a Photo would be superior.
Black Columbia jacket. Long black skirt. Big ass black moon boots.
I personally don’t think so, but I suppose that would be a matter of opinion.
If only my life was that intriguing…
This is the most recent, decent (somewhat flash-obscured) pic of me. Although today, shuffling across the ice in my Napoleon Dynamite-esque boots, I felt like I looked more like this.
My vote is for a photographer working on his candid photo taking skills. It’s not an easy thing to do; the hardest thing in the world for me is to take someone’s picture without their permission or knowledge. The only times I’ve ever been able to muster up the courage was when I was in a moving car, and able to make a quick escape.
Hmmm…I think if you have a “model” per se, this would apply, but I’d like to see a legal cite that says if I’m taking pictures of people in my town square and I win a contest and a fat check, that I have any responsibility to the subject at all, either permission-wise or monetarily. I say no. There is no expectation of privacy and no agreement in place.
Once, I was taking BART back from an A’s game, and the guy across from me was working in a sketch book. After he got off the train, someone who had been sitting next to him told me that I was the subject of his sketch. Didn’t freak me out or anything, though I would have liked to have seen it.
Maybe he liked what you were wearing, and wanted to take a picture of it to a store to show a sales clerk what he was looking for, to buy for his SO. Just a WAG, but at least not a sinister one.
I wish the author had been a bit clearer about “standing in a corner,” but I guess it means that if someone has deliberately placed themselves out of the way, even in a public setting, you shouldn’t go peeping over their shoulder–which, really, is just common courtesy.