Vanessa was on her way to meet up with widely known photographer Andrew Hunt. Her brother had set up the appointment, so that she could have a professional portfolio for her modeling career. She was 18 and even though she was starting late for a modeling career, she felt she was mentally ready for anything the industry threw at her. She rang the intercom of his loft studio in Little Italy.
"Who is it?" a male's voice asked.
"Vanessa Gorden, I have an appointment for 3." She answered back.
The person buzzed the door for Vanessa to get in. She had to take an old school freight elevator to his studio on the 3rd floor. There seemed to be 2 lofts on the floor and Andrew's door was brightly colored and artistic with HUNT written in bold lettering on the door. Vanessa noticed it was ajar and instead of knocking walked right into the loft.
"Hello?? Andrew Hunt?" she called as she walked into the grand open space that was his studio.
"In the kitchen to your right." a male voice called back.
Vanessa followed the voice to the kitchen. She marveled at the large open space of the loft. The walls were brick and still raw but the floor was polished wood and beautiful area rugs were scattered about. Vanessa also saw some parts were sectioned off with drywall to create rooms. As she walked into the kitchen she saw Andrew Hunt. He was just as handsome as other models bragged about. His caramel colored skin had beads of sweat from him being in the kitchen cooking up a storm. He looked up from a pot he was stirring and Vanessa couldn't help but blush as his light brown eyes met hers.
"So Vanessa I presume, you're like a mini Tweet aren't you? Do you know who Tweet is?"
Vanessa smiled "Of course I do, the singer but I'm no southern hummingbird."
Andrew laughed he turned off the burners and washed his hands. He came out of the kitchen and went into a separate room.
"Umm you might wanna follow me since I'll be shooting you in here." He said as he poked his head out of the room.
Vanessa went into the room. It was a bedroom decorated to look like an ancient egyptian style room. Everything seemed to be on level and sheer white fabric hung from everywhere.
"This is your bedroom?" she asked looking around and touching the fabric.
"No, my room is in the back this is my egyptian studio but I can make it look like anything depending on the fabrics I use and props I throw in here." He said while fiddling with his camera.
With his back to her Vanessa was able to size up her photographer. He was about 5'9" slim and light skinned she already seen that he had little facial hair. She read about him before coming to his studio. That he was a struggling african american artist from Coney Island and made his main artistic focus photography. She had also heard how handsome he was and how professional he was to a point where women didn't know if he was attracted to them at all. He took the shots he needed and sent them on their way no matter how beautiful, even for nude shots he was always strictly professional. Vanessa liked that about him and knowing about his level of professionalism put her nerves at ease.
"You do know you're kinda short to be a model, well at least runway." he said nonchalantly as he placed his camera on the tripod and pointed it at the bed.
"Well isn't that why photographers come up with ways of making people look longer?" she asked.
