Frenchie
"Yo Frenchie. Don't let him take your photo. He's gonna put it in the magazine and make money."
"Nah. I lose money with photography. Never made a dime."
"Then why you wanna photo. What the fuck, guy!"
"I'm an artist. People on the street amaze me. Like you guys. Your stories and lives. They are what make books and movies, and songs and photos. I just happen to be a photographer."
"Frenchie, don't let him take your photo-- I don't trust him."
"Hey that's fine. I won't take any photos. But in your face I see all of life: pain, struggle, strength, purpose, joy and love, toughness and stolidity. And those are the things I like to photograph."
Silence. Frenchie is still looking at his reflection, fixing his hair and adjusting his never smoked hand held cigarette.
"Hey, Frenchie. Move aside. Let me get in that photo."
"I'll print out a copy and bring it to you."
Chk-chshsh.
Frenchie
"Yo Frenchie. Don't let him take your photo. He's gonna put it in the magazine and make money."
"Nah. I lose money with photography. Never made a dime."
"Then why you wanna photo. What the fuck, guy!"
"I'm an artist. People on the street amaze me. Like you guys. Your stories and lives. They are what make books and movies, and songs and photos. I just happen to be a photographer."
"Frenchie, don't let him take your photo-- I don't trust him."
"Hey that's fine. I won't take any photos. But in your face I see all of life: pain, struggle, strength, purpose, joy and love, toughness and stolidity. And those are the things I like to photograph."
Silence. Frenchie is still looking at his reflection, fixing his hair and adjusting his never smoked hand held cigarette.
"Hey, Frenchie. Move aside. Let me get in that photo."
"I'll print out a copy and bring it to you."
Chk-chshsh.