It kind of sucks going to a foreign city and wandering the streets filled with gorgeous girls who don’t speak your language. You’re in limbo. You can approach and stumble out a few butchered words of French or Swedish coupled with a half-assed pantomime and usually get a “I don’t know what the hell you’re saying and you scare me”-look. There is a loophole, though. Buy a camera. All of sudden those scared and annoyed looks turn coquettish and intrigued by the intrepid foreigner armed with a lens and some bravado. It’s true. Watch Yvan Rodic approach a ridiculous blonde in Soho. You see her face somehow express curiosity, arousal, and flattery at the same time. It also helps if you have your own book. Not just a book, like a book with your actual name on it. Damn you, Yvan.












