Once he jumps onto set, he charms everyone with his dance moves and photographs like a dream. Frame after frame, he’s serving magic, wrapping up his shoot in an impressive 45 minutes.
It’s the eve of my 34th birthday as I draft this. I’m sitting in the dark, frantically typing on my qwerty, and every chime, keystroke, and scroll provides me with a tiny glint of light. Has it finally happened? Is this my quarter-life crisis era? No, it’s just load-shedding.