I just walked around last night until I found a hallway with lighting that I liked. I was switching lenses when a guy in his underwear with an empty pizza box appeared in the hallway. "Are you paparazzi?" he asked. "Yeah. I'm waiting for Woody Allen."
At that point all I could do is ask if I could take his picture - to which he of course said: Absolutely not. Turned and hurried back.
Two seconds later, as I was about to take this shot, a young woman entered the building, but as she did so, she put a big pocketbook up to shield her from the camera.
"Sorry," I said.
"What is there - someone famous in here?"
"No - it was just the light..."
Turns and goes.
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