sooo i'm taking portraits of a friend
who asked me to take portraits of her so that she could have it framed for some honors society plaque her face and name will be on because she's awesome and cool and really smart. we're on the train tracks where i've taken pictures five thousand times and is probably one of my favorite locations in missoula to date for taking pictures when suddenly i hear a voice behind me. mind you, this is a very public area, sidewalks galore, streets, houses all around yada yada. i turn and see a little old man running out of his car and he's yelling, "if you don't leave RIGHT now, i'm calling the cops in ten seconds." and believe it or not, he actually had his phone in his hand ready, folks, to call the cops on two girls in twee dresses and skirts taking pictures.
"oh, i'm so sorry," i said, "we're just taking pictures."
"YOU'RE TRESPASSING! I'm sorry to ruin your kids' "fun" but if you don't leave this second I'm calling the cops."
like, if he'd been nice about it and told us kindly that it wasn't allowed, it would have been fine. but the tone of his voice and way he called us 'kids' like we were up to no good and then continued to stare at us and then follow us to the sidewalk and next get in his car and watch us until we left while sitting in his car? ten levels of 'weird' and 'asshole' up in here.
sorry old man, but you best bet on me comin' back again. i'd probably rather talk to the police than you and your patronizing heroic acts as a citizen.
skirt: francessca's collections // shirt: forever 21 // belt: ruche //
shoes: uo // bow: c/o His&hers vintage