I was in Paris for a couple of days early last year…………during fashion week. How’s that for amusing…….Mr. Jersey boy walking around in a city full of the finest dressed people in the western world. Since I didn’t want to stand out too much, I wore the best T-shirt and jeans that I had with me. And the fact that I had forgotten to bring a shaving razor worked to my advantage. I found out that walking around with a big camera during that particular week turns you into an instant target for the countless models that are parading through the city, hoping for that opportunity to be discovered. I was approached by 2 young ladies as I set up to take this photo. They asked me, in somewhat broken english, If I was there shooting for fashion week. My response was “No, I am from Georgia and am……..”, and they turned and walked off. No goodbye, no “nice to meet you”, no hug, just a quick about-face, a look of complete uninterestedness, and they were gone. After picking up the shattered remains of my ego, I realized that “Marc from Georgia” wasn’t going to cut it, and I needed a more interesting persona………Giancarlo Corleone, fashion photographer from Italy…….that sounded cool………in Paris shooting for an Italian Fashion magazine…..and doesn’t have time for annoying French models. It was a pretty impressive setup if you ask me.Unfortunately, though, I wasn’t approached again…..the sun eventually set, the crowds dispersed…..and my Italian alter-ego was relegated to just a cool thought in my head. I did, however, end up with a pretty cool shot of the Louvre…..and I know that Giancarlo would have been happy about that.