Famous! discussion

Sixx walked through the door, closing it behind him carefully before following her deeper into her house, stooping as she entered the living room and sat on the obsidian couch."Nice place." He then stared down at the camera for a moment, canting his head to the side."Nature and cityscapres are nice... I also like obscurity. Maybe a black and white picture of I don't know, something odd. Maybe... A picture of a pair of lips being painted, or a bird cage filled with nothing but the feathers. Really, I suppose it doesn't matter. I can find almost anything fascinating as long as it isn't a self portrait of some random person."

"I hope you don't wear heels often," he commented, smiling faintly in amusement as he chuckled quietly to himself. It was odd, doing a self portrait with someone who he barely knew, but he was ok with it he supposed."That doesn't sound like a bad idea..." He did self portraits all the time.

"Not only will they hurt you now, but they'll hurt you as you get older; I don't remember clearly, but I always remembered my mom complaining about how heels would screw up her feet if she didn't stop wearing them..." He continued to think about this whole issue as she pulled him down to the basement, his other hand clutching his camera whilst the other was being clutched.

"Yes," he answered, thinking back on his odd, but interestingly breathtaking self portraits from earlier times. As long as it wasn't some... cutsy, weird pose than he was pretty okay with posing.

It was different... posing in front of someone whom he had yet to know. However, he believed she knew what she was doing and so he remained in the stance that he was, as still as he possibly could."Yes, its fine." He would have settled for a nod, but consciously he knew he was supposed to sit still.

Sixx grimaced, setting the paint brush down gently before wiping the paint from his lips rigorously, trying to refrain from spitting in disgust. He sat down in the chair in which she signaled him to, still wiping paint from his lips. He just took the edge of his obsidian shirt and wiped the rest off, as with hands, it only smeared. Glancing at the computer screen, he smiled. It wasn't just the picture itself, but it was the quality; she was good.

"I think they're good," he murmured, glancing down at the camera in which was presented to him. Taking it into his grasp, he switched through the original photos and nodded, expressing his liking for the photos."How much is the pay?" He asked her. Money was no object.

"How much is this?" He asked her, handing her back her camera. Being a photographer sounded like a vacation and a career; the complete package. However, he would stick to what he had now. People paid millions just for a single picture, but it was getting the picture that was difficult.

"That sounds reasonable..." He murmured, cocking his head to the side in curiosity."I hope you don't mind my curiosity but how often do you get photo requests a week?" He asked her, merely trying to keep conversation.

"I take pictures of celebrities," he stated simply, as he didn't like the idea of being called that... forbidden name. He was part of the lunatics that hungrily hunted for the famous, but he didn't like the nickname."For money and for truth. I paint a little, too, but it isn't an official career yet..." He murmered, licking his lips nervously.

"I think they're pretty good. I don't paint too often, but I think they're good. I also do digital editing -- that's the art I partake in the most," he informed her, smiling faintly."They are usually self portraits but I have done two or three for others..."

"Yes, have you ever tried?" He asked her, his own smile becoming visible above all of his silent features."I take photos of myself and add effects and manipulate it a bit, I can show you examples some time," he offered. He usually didn't show people his art, but… he'd make an exception.

"Awesome, I'll probably bring one or two the next time I come here…" he couldn't promise that would ever happen -- people tended to make empty gestures and he wasn't going to carry his work outside, as they could get ruined one way or another. If it can happen, it will happen."Do you do anything other than photography?" He asked.

"Uhm, are you sure you aren't tired?" He asked her, his eyes scanning the room as if to find paper to write down his address lest she decide she needs to visit some other time. He wasn't too tired surprisingly, but he had his feelings.