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I
drove with a twelve-foot roll of seamless paper hanging out my
car window for six hours to get to Roger Daltrey at some remote
seaside locale. When I arrived, he said he didn't feel like being
photographed. He wanted to go for a walk. I told him I'd follow
behind and maybe along the way he'd let me know if it was all
right to take pictures. Slowly, he walked down toward the water.
Since he was fully clothed, I thought he's stop at the shoreline,
but he just kept walking. I followed, holding the cameras over
my head. Once his mouth was covered I said, |
