She showed up to look at houses she had no intention of buying?
Groundbreaking.
Groundbreaking.
If you don't think her book is interesting, that's fine. But treating the methodology of how she got access to take the pictures as her sole output is lazy.
> To pass as a convincing buyer, Schmied enlisted an antiquarian friend in Budapest to serve as her “husband,” and invented a 21-month-old baby, a personal chef, and a personal assistant named "Coco." She also blew the entire allowance from her residency at Dumbo’s Triangle Arts Association on manicures, makeup and clothes.
Oh, but right...literally none of that was necessary:
>...Surprisingly, none of the brokers asked for a credit check or proof of net worth. “I think at that level, they don’t bother with financial information,” she explains.
He drove it across town to the BMW dealer, and told them that his new GTI wasn't fast enough for him and he was interested in trading it in for an M3.
Repeat at higher- and higher-end car dealers until he's in a Lamborghini by lunchtime, which he then had a few hours to drive around in before he went back returning all of the cars...
[Of course, this only works in countries which don't have special easily-recognizable license plates for cars owned by a dealer.]
Source: I've been dismissed before based on how I presented myself in such situation and learned to play the game when needed.