Day 10 of 32 – Photobombing the Mo

17 Nov

I’ve been meaning to write about the rather excellent photobombs I’ve been executing on this visit to Turkey. I’ve aways enjoyed the practice but on this trip they’ve been a lot more fun. I think this is because I’ve expanded somewhat from the standard-issue photobomb people are most familiar with.

Done poorly and you could end up in a fistfight. Done well and can you make the world a more magical place. What I’ve learned over the years is that a successful photobomb is all about technique. Your garden-variety photobomb is pretty safe – it usually involves surreptitiously making your way into a photograph of a large group of people and it usually takes place in a bar or close to a prominent landmark. But on this trip I thought I would take it to the next level and find out if it is possible to photobomb a single individual who is posing for a random photo.

So on Saturday night Ozan and I had just left the bar to go get something to eat when I noticed a man setting up to take a photo of his supposed wife. I immediately seized the moment and jumped down to where she was standing and posed next to her. She laughed. And I laughed. And her supposed husband laughed. And he took the photo. And we all laughed.

And then they told me they were from Sweden! And then I told them my Swedish jokes! And then we all laughed even more! The man was especially enjoying it.

Ja it’s true! We Swedes *do* make a mess when we visit Denmark!

So the next day I was thinking about the whole thing and how it turned out pretty good. But there was something that was bugging me. Like it could have been even better. And I couldn’t pin it down. But this morning I think I figured it out.

I posted the other day about my trip to the barber shop and my objectively fantastic mo. I received a lot of positive feedback from the Interwebs, but the architects I’ve been hanging out with here in Istanbul – they didn’t say much about it. Which struck me as odd, because it is a pretty awesome mo.

Lucky for you, this morning I realized the problem: the beard part of my face was camouflaging the mo part. I also came up with a very simple solution: I just need to go back to the barber and get him to shave off my beard. Then, and only then, will I be able to fully commit myself to some truly epic photobombs.

Lumbersexual will have to wait a few weeks – right now, I’m turkmensexual.

That’s a play on the word “metrosexual” but for describing the Turkish men whom I’m trying to emulate. It’s not intended to describe men from Turkmenistan - although I imagine it could work there too.

That’s a play on the word “metrosexual” but for describing the Turkish men whom I’m trying to emulate. It’s not intended to describe men from Turkmenistan – although I imagine it could work there too.

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