Let me shoot your feet

I've been shooting for this wine conglomerate for a few years now.  French company, they have thirty American wine brands, they do spirits too.
His heart and hands are all over the company.  Never met the Head of it though until today.
He asked where I lived.
"Oakland.  Let me shoot your feet."

He didn't blink an eye.  For real.
"Here, let me get the sock just right for you."

Two exposures and he walks out the door.

His branding is way way off Napa's map.  Way.  Where everybody else is either trying to be staid as a funeral for a dignitary or 'Let us tie a bandana around your hippy dog', his brand is over the top flamboyancy glitz.  Gold leaf plexiglass table with videos of him playing, leopard skin covered turtle shell chrome ball stuffed white lovebirds.  And that's the staid stuff of the flamboyance.

Never been in this particular room before.  Very difficult moving photo stuff around without loud and easily broken things taking a nose dive to a level below.

This is after the bottle and the gift box is taken out of the shot.