Can't believe that he was willing to give away that trick of the trade, once you know that the rest of it all just falls simply into place.
Then again, I guess that the job of glamour photographer is yet another of those skilled artisanal trades which is no longer needed, now that the template for pornography has changed from being a cute girl with come-to-bed-eyes suggestively starting to peel off her scanties, to a dead-eyed cocaine barbie being brutally sodomized by two (or more, why not) donkey-dicked sadistic bullies, choking and slapping her as they quite literally fuck the shit out of her...
Obviously a dream for a lot of people... but I am really never sure of that; if you can do your hobby for your job, then while it might mean that you enjoy your work hours more than most, does it not decrease the pleasure of your hobby outside working hours? Of course it varies depending on the hobby and the person and so on...
I remember years ago when Blackberries first came out and there used to be a billboard that I went past a lot which said something to the effect that with a Blackberry you could "make your office the beach" - I suppose the idea was that, instead of getting up and going into the office you could - for the first time, with smartphones not yet arrived - go to the beach and work from there. But even then, callow and naive as I was, it was immediately obvious that the converse would also be true, and that if you had your blackberry with you on the beach when on holiday then that beach had itself... So yeah, when you make your office into the beach, you also make the beach into you office, in fact this is just self-evident in terms of language (or identity relations) right? If A IS B then B can't help but be A can can it?- no-one can say they weren't warned... although even if you were warned what can you do if your boss or company gives you a company blackberry (not usually a sign that having it will reduce your working hours) - "oh, I can make the office into the beach, thanks so much for thinking of me Mr Smith".
In fact, it's worse than beach and office being squashed into one ugly mutant place, all places basically ended up becoming one place didn't they?, Not in a good zen jedi kinda way, but just in a blurry messy way that as long as you have your phone and a company that owns you then the office walls are always there, solid and grey behind the translucent and transient place in which you are relaxing...
All completely obvious stuff of course that every single one of us knows down inside without actually having to explicitly say it.