2 months ago
There is absolutely no angle that works less effectively than this. The duelist, who I imagine is quite an honest man, a poor liar, a cherry tree chopping son of Sam, could not have concealed his camera with LESS talent. If he had tucked the device into his sock, he would have managed to find a way to jettison the device onto my nose. Now you may be thinking “cole, perhaps he wanted to be seen.” A fair point. In fact since this account’s birth, I’ve had more people attempt to invade my sacred space, my anxiety body, to simply be hosted upon the gallery. Therefore, I’ve excluded the duelist’s face from this photograph, if only to shield my infantile audience from the devilish mixed expression of mischief and ancient lust that marked his image. Also, here we have a rare treat- a digital camera. At the very least, the camera phone has other applications that could be used to disguise the attempt at photography. But not this. This tool has ONE purpose -aside from bludgeon- and that is to take photos. There is no hiding its function if pointed at someone, finger cocked plainly upon the shutter release. He was likely distracted by what I assume was some hipster New York shit like Mitski playing in his headphones that juggling subtlety, walking, and listening to music at the same time was simply too great a task for Franklin Cosmos here. Nonetheless, don’t bring a knife to a gun fight.