When I was at the Calvin show in Milan last time, just as a goof, I went to see if my painter friend was still around the neighborhood. I was surprised to see that he was in almost the same spot as last time having lunch with his co-workers.
I walked over and I didn't need to say a single word - it was like he had been waiting all day for his turn. We don't speak each others language, I don't know his name and yet it is like we are old buddies.
What could he possibly be telling his wife that morning? " Yes, I have to have my portrait taken today by a crazy American soooooo I will choose my navy vest and Orange nylon fannypack!"
He will definitely be getting a few prints next summer in Milan.
Ciao, Buddy!