CONFESSIONS OF A STYLIST - TAKE IV: BEWARE OF THE PAPARAZZI
So, two nights ago I went for my ritual Starbucks date with one of my best friends. The same Starbucks where the week before, my friend had to define what a scarf was to several passersby, since they couldn’t stop staring at me. I grabbed a table for us outside, after ordering our overpriced coffees. I waited at the table while my friend ran to her car for a minute & I notice this couple seated at the table to the left of me. The woman was snapping pictures of me on her phone. Proof was that her phone was pointed right at me, while her gentleman friend was leaned back, as if he was avoiding being in the shot. I stood up, once I noticed what was going on & my friend was walking up, confused at my expression. I was so tempted to make a scene, but I was really looking forward to a relaxing night, so I simply explained to my friend (loud enough for them to hear me) that the woman had been photographing me. My friend replied with: “Well, you know pictures last longer than stares.”
Keep an eye out for an image similar to the above in Us Weekly feat. this outfit.