 World exclusive for the very tabloid 'Here' Magazine who asked me if I could find out about Kevin Costner's secret love child. It's a secret I told them, what the hell am I supposed to find out? Nevertheless, I was flat broke at the time and really needed the money. I set off from Miami and ended up in West Palm Beach after a week of intensive investigation. I found out where his now incredibly expensive ex fling lived (allegedly costing Costner $15 million) and proceeded to set up for a long lens shoot, having been told to 'f..k off' when I attempted the polite approach. On arrival in West Palm Beach, the snooty enclave of the rich on Florida's East Coast, I was promptly told to move on by a cop within minutes of parking. 'You can't park that piece of crap here' he told me in no uncertain terms. Admittedly, the houses all around me cost in excess of $4 million and they don't like beaten up vans parked on their streets. I later discovered the family had their own pew in the local church and decided perhaps the best place to sit would be with a long lens view on the church on Sunday. I said my prayers and remarkably the 'secret' love child appeared with his mother for a spot of Sunday reverence. So what? Great, the shots worked, Costner's secret love child was no longer a secret, and as my friends pointed out at the time, I will probably go to hell for staking out a mother and child outside a church. This was the last long lens paparazzi type shoot I ever did. It appeared in the February 1997 edition of 'Here' Magazine, as well as American Globe and various other tacky tabloid publications around the world. An interesting experience, well paid indeed, but one I shall never, ever repeat! I'll leave this stuff up to the guys who actually enjoy paparazzi. Quite how they live with themselves at the end of each day, I'll never know? |