Some writing motivated by our Courtney Thorne-Smith shoot last couple days

He’d come from a long line of ographers. Dad was a photographer. Grandmother on his mother’s side had been a biographer, then, when she wrote a book about writing books about other people’s lives, an autobiographer. Mom was a cartographer – although not a very good one – she’d gotten lost attempting to map a particularly remote section of the Andes Mountains and had never returned. And his cousin Jake had been, for a short time, a choreographer—but, attempting to combat the more or less constant challenges to his heterosexuality, had made a successful transition to pornographer. And here he was, with his camera, digitally recording behind the scenes events at high-profile advertising commercial shoots. He was an A-list, B-roll, videographer.