You really hate shoots like this. When you took the job for the Daily Bugle’s offshoot magazine, the Eveninger, you thought you’d be getting more. Not taking photos of a half naked Johnny Storm, glistening under the warm studio lights as he prattles off about twenty different topics. You can’t complain much, he works the camera well with his laid out Clark Gable pose, half smiling.

“How’s this?” Johnny says, blue eyes on yours.