Having said that, I also espied a myriad of photographs that gave photographers bad names across the globe.
I'm certain you know the photographs I speak of. Imagine: the 70s or 80s when most photographers wore pocket protectors, carried black combs for all the clients to keep, bad lighting, bad posing and worse, those abhorrent backdrops.
Tie dyed from a bad acid trip?
I vowed to never ever stoop to such a creative low. . .
. . . Until now.