Photo by myself on Greene and Prince Streets, in SoHo.
Once in a while, I will be rewarded with a deadly stare.
For some reason, I really love these shots. They are confrontational, with the person and me confronting each other. (Like that legendary runway scene in Zoolander, ha).
I find the confrontation to be honest. It's a nice departure from candids now and again, where the camera definitely has the upper hand.
It depends on the situation whether I just slither away after taking such a photo, or ask whether it's okay that I took the photo. If it's not okay, I will delete the photo without question.
In this case, the fellow gave me a nod a split second later, which broke the tension. No lives were lost.
It probably helped that I am petite and female!
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