Bang! Bang!

When Scott walked out of the changeroom in suspenders, he felt like a mafia boss. After Clian adjusted the straps so that his pants were neither hanging below his waist nor pulling up between his legs, Scott was handed a gun.

The moment Scott was given the prop, he knew the photoshoot was going to be a fun one. The weight of the plastic felt light in his hands, but he had so much fun pointing it around… until he got into trouble. 

The idea of pretending to be a character in one of his first-person shooters was an unforgiving temptation. “It’s just a toy!” He cried out while begging not to have the prop confiscated from him.