What is going on?
“I need your table for a few minutes,” said Pietro. Next thing I know we have various bits of kit, improvised backboards, a hurriedly-drafted in photographer’s assistant (variously around, behind and even under the aforementioned table) as well as, as you might expect, the odd passer-by pausing to observe proceedings.
For fifteen minutes, my office was taken over as a studio. Don’t worry, they said, we won’t disturb you. And, well, round here that’s how it is. It’s our job. Which is another reason I really like my job.
The fruit of all these labours? See the picture here.
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