The Girls

I thought it would be interesting to shoot in Reno one evening.
It definitely won't be high on my list in the future... but it certainly was interesting.

The proprietress of this classy establishment was a loud, huffy, brassy sort, who got all up in my face because I had a camera. And I was outside. I better not be shooting her 'clients'... I'm not allowed to shoot pictures, even outside... blah, blah, blah.

Luckily for me, I have a 2 secret weapons.
My mother... who could smile and "innocent" her way through, past, or around anyone...
and my acting ability. I locked and loaded.

I told her I was taking photography classes via correspondence school and we had an assignment called "Retail At Night" and truly, I only wanted to shoot her window. I loved her display. Did she design it? It was amazing.
I told her she needn't worry; our assignment didn't permit shooting any real people, just mannequins.
Then I smiled.

She didn't know what to make of me. Just stared for a minute, then stomped back inside muttering something about having to be in Las Vegas at 5am.

Reno. Classy town.


©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

The Girls

I thought it would be interesting to shoot in Reno one evening.
It definitely won't be high on my list in the future... but it certainly was interesting.

The proprietress of this classy establishment was a loud, huffy, brassy sort, who got all up in my face because I had a camera. And I was outside. I better not be shooting her 'clients'... I'm not allowed to shoot pictures, even outside... blah, blah, blah.

Luckily for me, I have a 2 secret weapons.
My mother... who could smile and "innocent" her way through, past, or around anyone...
and my acting ability. I locked and loaded.

I told her I was taking photography classes via correspondence school and we had an assignment called "Retail At Night" and truly, I only wanted to shoot her window. I loved her display. Did she design it? It was amazing.
I told her she needn't worry; our assignment didn't permit shooting any real people, just mannequins.
Then I smiled.

She didn't know what to make of me. Just stared for a minute, then stomped back inside muttering something about having to be in Las Vegas at 5am.

Reno. Classy town.


©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)