First, we head to our new hotel in Ipanema, which Fern has secured through his ex-boyfriend's-cousin's-boyfriend, and discover it to be a towel-less, shared-bathroom, blanketless, mirrorless, breakfastless step down... for the same price we were paying before. The only added bonus is dogpoo, which adorns the hallways care of a mangy-looking dog that wanders around as if it's at home (which, i dread, it is)
Rafa comes with his array of different coloured Speedos, and we all head to Ipenema beach. Walking along the beach, Fernando breaks the news about us not having an article about rent boys to include him in, as the exception. Hard to talk about the exception when there's no proven rule. We are just doing the pics for his benefit, so that he's got something to show around.
The photo session is amazing. Honestly, I can't believe we have found such a god.
After hours of poor old Rafa standing, oiled, in various poses in the stinging sunlight.. we all head for lunch. For photographic excellence, I had to act a bit flirty, to get the best from the subject, and Fern is now insisting I can't NOT sleep with Rafa after all that flirtation. It~s starting to get annoying.
Not having heard back from Andrea (Mr OECD of Senior Economist fame) about the interview request, Fern decides to pay him a personal visit. A handwritten note at reception of his hotel will really turn things around, he insists. In his words 'noone turns down Fernando DF, I mean, does he know who I am. Um, hello Andrea, Fern DF Freelancer with ABC Radio here.' All the keywords.
He sets off on thonged foot to Ipanema's poshest hotel. I head to the net cafe and pitch a slightly amended story angle 'hey Luke, what about we ditch the straight rent boys in amazing clubs selling sex to gay tourists in favour of Rafael, the boy from Ipanema who sells acai on the beach, but not sex?'
Fern gets back from posh hotel with news that Andrea has checked out, suggesting maybe we should email him. He already has the subject line worked out: 'THANKS'.
Fern and I then upload 38 of our most compelling Rafa pics to the net (for pitching purposes) over the space of six hours, due to a couple of slight hitches on the internet. Quite a few slight hitches actually. We are both wired, totally exhausted.
By the end of the night, we have been in here so long that I know what song is coming next on the loop tape. Unfortunately, it~s Lilly Allen, Smile, which really grates in all its off-key glory. God I hate that song.
3 comments:
Oh. my.
I've never felt like less of a man than after looking at those pics.
JB, you are so much more of a man than Rafa. For example, he says 'no ploblem'... which is kind of boyish.... ??
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