Damn you.

I wish I knew how to make The Petite Sophisticate look extremely beautiful.

I took a whole bunch of cheesecake shots of Slim the other day for this calendar he's in; we took 53, the one constant being him, naked, on the couch, with a Financial Times across his lap. He was also very adamant that this wine bottle with a rose in it be in the frame. Basically, the whole production was a Kenneth Branagh-like exercise in narcissism, in which he'd pose, I'd take the picture, he'd look at the camera and tell me to adjust the blinds or something, and we'd take it from the top.

(I am not very photogenic. Actually, I'm just not that good-looking.)