'Didn't you want to take pictures of something more worthwhile?'

I was in the middle of explaining the work I did - for the umpteen time, quite possibly for the sake of filling the air with something else other than the hum of the industrial-strength air conditioner - when the question made me choke on saliva.

For a few uncomfortable moments I felt like a criminal. The kind that cheats old ladies of their life savings by persuading them to buy some worthless good-luck trinket.

I realized that sometimes you don't get to choose your opportunities, especially if you're not incredibly savvy, street-smart and ambitious. Because quite simply how are you supposed to know any better?

If I had known 4 years ago what I know now I would have hit the road and tried to intern for every established fashion photographer out there and sending out promos like a maniac.

I wonder if time is running out.