Caution tape everywhere! He puts down his camera. The photographer starts unwinding yards and yards of caution tape from my body. He giggles. I look at him. He giggles again. Suddenly, into the air he leaps, clumsy, mid-stride dancing. He tosses the tape - Yellow streamers explode from this arms - They cover the floor, catch the ceiling fan, they color the couch. He yells wildly, "Look London! Look! I am throwing caution to the wind! Get it!?"