At the last shoot of my brief and wildly anticlimactic modeling career, I met a photographer who nearly completely changed my mind about quitting. He was kind, caring, and funny - and I worked with him for a total of two hours. On a warm, sunny day in downtown Kansas City, as we were just setting up next to the doorway of a dilapidated old building, he pulled me aside and asked me, with friendliness in his eyes, "What are your worst angles? Where should I, to make you feel comfortable, avoid ... Continue Reading