Oil and Bra
I photographed a wedding for the most delightful family this weekend. Not only did they lodge me and my crew at the cozy and beautiful resort (complete with soaking tubs, balconies and sleep mist at turn-down), they treated us as rock stars. Reality set in, however, as I was leaving the island and realized the oil in my jeep was older than my daughter, so I decided to pop into wal-mart and do some shopping while my oils and such were freshened up. I procured: $6 bikini, $3 candles, and a $5 Justin Beber poster (which alas, I somehow lost between here and there-i think my 7-year old neighbor in aisle 4 may now have it. Oh, and some bras (did pass on the "bootie spanxs" that promised saggy buns a lift.)
Always a fan of the idea that the quickest route is a straight line, I took my wears to the auto shop for checkout. I could not pas up the opportunity to photograph the mechanic checking out my bra.
It's the quirky, unexpected moments I attract and adore.
