Normally when someone on the streets is desperately trying to get your attention with the phrase "Excuse me! Excuse me!", the person wants your money for booze or whatever. Except this morning, the guy has a sweet 35mm camera, so I gave him some credit. A bum would have sold the thing for black tar or whatever.
"Are you going to work?"
(paraphrasing) "I'm a photographer with the Wall Street Journal doing a piece on casual clothes in the workplace. I like your look. Can I take your photo?" I was wearing a zep t-shirt and ripped-up jeans.
So I laughed, walked toward him but looking off somewhere else while he took about a dozen shots.