Hello, Friends!
"Hey!" I felt a tap on my shoulder, "can you take our photo!"
"... okay ..." I smiled. I always get asked that when I carry a big camera at events. I'm used to it.
The two ladies posed prettily.
Click.
"Where's our Polaroid?" my subject demanded.
Her friend grabbed her arm and hissed something I couldn't hear.
"Oh..." my subject blushed. "We thought you were the official photographer."
"That's OK," I reassured her. "You ladies look great."
I was at the KOTUR and Harvey Nichols Collaboration 5th Anniversary cocktail party in Pacific Place. My friend, Valerie, was one of the bloggers honoured with a customized Kotur clutch bag. Sales from the customization service, I believe, benefits Operation Smile. My brother, Igi, was born with a cleft lip; my family was passionately involved with Operation Smile.
"Would you like a Polaroid?" a statuesque blonde stunner named Stephanie asked me.
"I would love a Polaroid," I replied. "I'm a sucker for souvenirs!"
The event was short and sweet. Socialites galore.
I would have stayed longer, except I had to meet my friend Norm.
"Norm," I said, "I've been taking other people's photos all night. Will you take one of me?"
Click.
"Sultry look," Norm remarked.
I didn't know if he was being appreciative, critical or patronizing.
Perhaps, all of the above.
With Affection,
James
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