Chef Gordon Ramsay
I’m not used to acting like a paparazzo, but when I looked across the street
and saw celebrity chef Gordon Ramsay walking down Hewitt Avenue, I knew I
didn’t have a second to spare. Assigned to shoot a photograph of the hubbub
surrounding filming of Ramsay’s reality show “Kitchen Nightmares” at the
Prohibition Grille in Everett, I expected to get a picture of nothing more
than the trailers and production assistants filling the parking lot across
the alley. Neither the production company nor the media handlers at FOX were
offering any kind of information or access, so I did not expect to see the
man himself. I was on my cell phone with my editor telling him I was almost
there when suddenly, “Wait. There he is. I got to go.” I hung up, started
hitting the shutter button as I saw Ramsay heading for the restaurant’s
front door. I tried to ignore the tall security guard moving towards me as I
moved towards Ramsay. Click. Click. Ramsay turned. Click. Click. He was
gone, through the door. I checked the back of the camera. Got him. The
paparazzo in me was sated. I’m not ready for TMZ yet. In fact, the next time
a reality show celebrity comes to town, I sincerely hope it’s those guys
from Duck Dynasty. 
Mark Mulligan / The Herald
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Chef Gordon Ramsay

I’m not used to acting like a paparazzo, but when I looked across the street and saw celebrity chef Gordon Ramsay walking down Hewitt Avenue, I knew I didn’t have a second to spare. Assigned to shoot a photograph of the hubbub surrounding filming of Ramsay’s reality show “Kitchen Nightmares” at the Prohibition Grille in Everett, I expected to get a picture of nothing more than the trailers and production assistants filling the parking lot across the alley. Neither the production company nor the media handlers at FOX were offering any kind of information or access, so I did not expect to see the man himself. I was on my cell phone with my editor telling him I was almost there when suddenly, “Wait. There he is. I got to go.” I hung up, started hitting the shutter button as I saw Ramsay heading for the restaurant’s front door. I tried to ignore the tall security guard moving towards me as I moved towards Ramsay. Click. Click. Ramsay turned. Click. Click. He was gone, through the door. I checked the back of the camera. Got him. The paparazzo in me was sated. I’m not ready for TMZ yet. In fact, the next time a reality show celebrity comes to town, I sincerely hope it’s those guys from Duck Dynasty.

Mark Mulligan / The Herald

Click here for the full story.



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