A few months ago, I found this photo when I was looking through my workboxes, a photo I took last spring. I met Becky in a coffee shop in Midtown Manhattan. I knew Becky was a cross dresser from the beginning. She was in a fur coat and a zebra print short shirt, very much stand out in a room full of gray suited office people at lunch.
She brought me to an apartment with a back yard where we had our photo shoot. She was sitting around quietly and appeared a bit nervous. It was probably one of the most silent photo session I’ve ever had, but somehow I remembered very bit of it. I said to her: “I like your hair.” She smirked.
Saturday, July 21, 2007