… when people tweet about seeing you in the supermarket check-out line but are too shy to speak to you directly.
Now I know how Barack Obama, Madonna and Elvis feel.
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Then I’m just glad to be the overly emotional & excessively polite paparazzo. Who will get fired for not even taking a lousy picture.
Polite when it doesn’t come to queuing. :P
Once it will get a bit warmer, it will be so easy to shoot paparazzi photos of me. I’ll be at Bulevardul Cetatii with a book and a cigar.
I am less shy than the lady but I use to talk to a prominent person I happen to meet just as I do to other people I just met. This dies not always work but most times, as with Jochen Busse who happened to go by the same rail like me, leaving it at the same station. I first just asked him for the way to some street where my sister lived.
You celebrity you. :D