At Sacre Coeur, there are a million people running around with drawing paper who want to do your portrait. I approached a woman instead of her begging me, and I thought she'd be thrilled. She was like "ok, whatever" and I stood there while she drew this. I am quite certain this is not me. I've never made that face in my life.
This face down here? Sure. But that one up there? Totally someone living in her head.