Robyn, Against Some Random Wall in the Park

I met Robyn at a comic book store in the valley. Wanted to take her picture almost instantly, but found myself in an awkward spot. There were several people mulling around in the shop, she was working there next to a co-worker, and...well, that was it, but that was more than enough to make it uncomfortable for me.

Because I knew how it'd come off to everyone in there, it'd come off like I was trying to ask her out, which felt to me the worst thing possible. How gauche to ask out the girl who works at the comic book store, the cool nerd, I was sure she'd get that all the time, many nerds crashing up against the shores trying to ask out the only not-completely-intimidating woman they'd come across.

Which is where Andy came in. Andy, who has actually been responsible for me finding several of my models. Andy, who is for all intents and purposes, my pimp. On one occasion he even told me to hand my card to a woman we were standing in front of.

Good man, Andy.

This time, Andy went up and introduced himself, which meant I had to introduce myself. He then made sure to let both employees know that I was a photographer, which is where I pulled out my card, told Robyn I wanted to photograph her, and made a hasty and adrenaline-filled exit.

Good man, Andy.

Very good, because shooting Robyn was a hoot. 19, never done any modeling, at first quite uncomfortable. Unmolded clay!

So I just started talking and didn't stop until she was laughing and relaxed. Which was easy, the lady's a blast to talk to, and a blast to shoot.

Good man, Andy.

Robyn laughing, which she did nervously until realizing I was hysterical, then just did because of my hilarity, on the BLOG!