Some Kind of Supermodel

Usually, I have this amphitheatre to myself. Today, I arrived to find a man testing the outlets, hoping for a live one to charge his phone. After he was unsuccessful, I explained that I was going to take photos here, but he’d be out of the frame. I expected him to leave. Instead, he sat down and watched the show. Vest, Tilt (cut from a consignment jacket). Dress, Banana Republic (consignment). Shoes, Seychelles. Sunglasses and bag, Target. Earrings, Charming Charlie. To make matters even more awkward, I had forgotten my camera remote in the pocket of the vest I wore on Tuesday. Instead of a smooth series of poses and clicks and a quick exit, I had to...