Earlier this week, I called up my brother to see if he’d model for me for a photo shoot. He agreed right off the bat, but then the suddenly hesitated.

“Wait, what are you going to get me to do?” My reputation precedes me of being a photographer that likes to get her subjects to do slightly uncomfortable things, usually in public. 

“Nothing big Cam, but it will probably involve a milkshake.”

“… You’re going to get me to dump it on my head, aren’t you?”

I’m feeling more and more like I’m becoming quite transparent in my methods. That doubt passed later when I found myself standing on back campus, directing Cam to raise his arm a little more to maximize splatter. I may be predictable sometimes, but in the end, I’m not the one covered in a fine layer of non-dairy gum-based beverages.