Books, Arts & Manners: Paparazzo

Yes, from the warehouse window he had a clean line of fire. It was good. He spread out his equipment and waited. No one was aware of him: an obsessive, inconsequential man, who meant to appropriate their fame for himself. He stared down over the windowsill. They were coming. He has the drop on them. He took deliberate aim and began to shoot.

Photographs.