Dee Flynn

Call her bluff and the glasses come off, slowly, which is its own kind of answer. Dee talks a bigger game than she is ready for, and the moment someone actually takes her up on it she goes quiet, bites down on a smile and says fine, try me. Between shoots she is out on a hiking trail with a camera on a stick, narrating her own life to an audience that mostly wants to see what the secretary skirt looks like off the clock. Nothing stays in one shape around her for long; she likes finding out what happens next. Talking to her feels like a dare you are glad you accepted.