A full-length photo of me walking past the actual subject.
More accident than assignment.
(Printed across more column inches than I knew how to handle at the time. The angle, unflattering. The art review, fine.)
I did not tell anyone. A spectacular and silly secret to keep, I suppose.
And an insane lie as explanation at the newsstand when I still had the subscription copy in my hand and I bought three additional copies and the clerk asked why.
