It happened in Toronto. It happened in West Vancouver. I guess you’ll find them anywhere: Those people who see a camera hanging around your neck and instantly have their brains turn to mush.
“Are you a photographer?” – Technically speaking, anyone who takes photographs is a photographer (talent and payment being separate, of course)
“I don’t want you to take my picture!” – Well isn’t that a handy coincidence. You see, I hadn’t planned on wasting 1.5mb on your self-important ass anyway.
“Can you take my picture?” – (this is the weirdest) Will it make this conversation end quicker?
This is the West Vancouver barber who cut my hair the other day. I had nothing to do with this pose. I walked in, started to put my bag down. He sees the camera, grabs the dryer, and says “Take my picture.” Had I not just taken my backpack off I would have backed away slowly. Good haircut though.
*To some of the commenters:
I believe “Hella” is his wife. They’re Eastern European and she is sitting just off to his right, out of frame. That answers two of the questions. As for the pose, I’m still a little lost on that one.