I won't bore you with the wonky details, but we did spend most of the shoot talking about politics and travel and religion...and how we each think we're strange people. And whistling, there was a short bit about whistling.
Okay, so we talked about a lot of stuff that wasn't actually boring at all, but they do lose something in the telling. Perhaps more interesting is the cognitive juggling I resort to while shooting and talking. Engaging in conversation while my eyes look for the vanishing points and even light and new nooks/crannies/corners to shoot in/with, all the while marveling at how empty the Farmer's Market is at 8 in the morning, and during all this nosh on donuts & mediterranean food, also making sure to remind Olivia not to make a very specific modeling face.
An odd thing, talking while making art. Conversing while making art. Communicating while creating something that will communicate something of the person you were communicating with.
Being present, enjoying the company of a very cool lady, all the while looking for and processing, once you find it, a fleeting moment that just barely registered, then trying to replicate it while moving forward.
Art as temporal dissonance.