We're still at Bar 11.The Black Russian has had a bit of time to circulate. It has improved my photograpy.
That's one theory. Perhaps I have gained better skills through some sort of trans-cranial osmosis as I am surrounded by a room saturated with eagle-eyed creative minds.
Otherwise, it must be the few tips Sean has imparted after watching me fiddle and fumble with my digital cam.
For insteance, he promises that this angle will reveal our double chins - I should take from above if I want to disguise chin flab. But I am determined that I have none.
Look closely? One chin is all I've got. Pictures don't lie. At least not the one's that I take...
