The pose Patrick is striking here (do I dare say it) as he tiptoes through the tulips carrying his suede shoes so they don't get muddied, the pose here reminds me of the old Bigfoot film, when Bigfoot turns to look at the camera.
While I am convinced if anyone around here is going to have a run-in
with a sasquatch it will be me, I mean, odds are with my life I'm
destined, right? But I also feel like we should have seen him by now
with the crazy places I go on the weekends.
But no sightings yet, just similarities between that giant hairy creature of myth and folklore, and my skinny hairy creature of growing myth and folklore.
This man rocks. What can I say? It also helps that I have a spectacular collection of fabulous dresses that just happen to fit my thin-as-a-rail significant other. The eggplant colored taffeta number he's wearing here is a $60 dress I snagged for $12 on a clearance rack, and have yet to wear myself, with the fantastic Chinese Laundry suede multi-colored heels he's carrying, the heels I had been eying for months until they dropped to just $15.
He's smartly AND affordably dressed, I tell you.
The weather held out perfectly today to give us a chance to go and shoot this after work, before the Easter mob scene hit the fields this weekend. However, last Friday when we were shooting Patrick at the waterfront with the Cherry Blossoms he was whistled at. They do things a little differently down there in Woodburn. A woman riding around on one of the rides, the one shaped like little cows getting dragged behind the tractor, she was pretty horrified. The look she gave Patrick implied she'd never seen anything quite so tasteless or offensive before. But she was riding in a steel drum painted to look like a fucking COW, so maybe her opinion is questionable.