Blind Sycophancy

I'll let you into one of my own trade secrets. When I do portrait photographs, and the sitter arrives, I always look delighted when I open the door and see them for the first time. It's a concocted reaction to seeing them and it sets the tone for the entire session. I don't mind revealing this because I think it's a good thing. This person is paying me to get a good image, and this means I need to manipulate them into smiling and projecting whatever beautiful things they are holding inside themselves out onto their faces.
I do genuinely adore almost everyone who poses for me. In fact, I pretty much adore all the masses of people I pass on the street every day. I wish I could meet them all and photograph them.

On the street in the morning I always see little, fat schoolgirls waiting for the bus by themselves. They're less popular and more introverted. They don't have many people who are always pleased to see them and subsequently they speak softly and look at the pavement when they walk. It's a shame to see a human, just as fascinating as all the others, restrained and silenced. Don't get me wrong, I'm an impassioned, slaved dog for any pretty face that passes by; but it doesn't stop there. People are strange, amazing ... wondrous. I love everyone.