As some of you might have heard, I recognized two types of people, two types: absolute BDD-struck paranoid I-always-look-fugly-in-photographs wackos, and natural posers.

The proceeding, apparently, split into two groups, those that simply don’t like to be photographed and that’s it, and those that are simply afraid of you running around with a camera stuck to your face, and that’s the type that I hate the most.

Every now and then, they’ll come up with some really good photograph of themselves (well, in a good pose that is, composition and technique are a completely different story) and you’d start asking yourself I thought they hated photographs. Well there it is: they hate you.

So yeah, you run around try to get a photo of them, while they run away screaming, hiding behind objects, using clothes to hide their faces, and when you do get a photograph of them, it ends up looking like they were sniffing blocks.
Here’s a tip for you: stop running away from me. It’ll do you no good, because I will get a photograph of you at some point, it’s just a question of when exactly.