That is what he was justifying to me that he is an ‘Artist’. Ha ha. I know his type of girls and now I know his operating style. He is employed to cover events in the company and take portraits etc for intranet. When he sees his type, he asks them to visit him again( this time with change of clothes). Mind that he is not a fashion photographer(actually not a trained one too). He then uses this occasion to further his contacts with the girls. This time he even deleted his conversation and the email exchange from his phone.You think the OP's husband is trying to be a photographer at age 50, yet the OP wasn't concerned about him taking 400 (?!) photos, rather the subject(s) of the photos and the engagement with the photographic subject afterward. Candy, lunch, etc. He already knows his wife isn't cool with this, but continues all the while lying about what is going on. He could learn photography taking pictures of flowers, dogs, his wife, or the business that is paying him. Some of us have seen this movie before with male friends, colleagues, acquaintances arriving in late middle age and refusing to accept that they are closer to the end than the beginning of their lives. A lot of them just go completely off of the rails. As a young man, I had a boss who at 49 quit his job of 30 years, left his wife and family to go live in a hippie commune with a girl half his age. Op's hubby may be an "artiste" in progress, but I doubt it.
Since I want to give him another(last one) chance, I have asked him to move to another department( it is technically possible but have to wait until a vacancy appears). I don’t want to break the family as yet. Poor children will suffer.