This summer I had the nightmare of being homeless, a good apartment is so hard to find.
Johnnie and Bob are such wonderful people, and like good wonderful people, they took me in for a few weeks.

choas.
went for a walk today, found this… pretty.

Big sale at Headshots today. Good reason to get out of bed in the morning.
Seems a New York rental house went under and Henrys bought up their stash.
I picked up a small chimera softbox and profoto speedring.
New stuff is always a good excuse to take a few pictures.
I’ve been wanting to photograph things lately,
though a strained heart puts a downer on creativity,
… I’ll have to get that creative thing going again I guess.

I went to the sale with my good friend and fellow photographer Arash.
After, we had greasy eggs and buttery toast at Mars on college.
Being around friends helps a lot,
everyone has advice, they’re probably right.

Anyway, here are some images, part testing of new gear, part “I need to make things or I’m going to die”; small softboxes are nice, my model on hand though could have used some work.

Bathroom.

I was asked a question.

Q.
Photographers tend to be based in media-heavy cities. While staff
positions do exist, particularly in the publishing industry, slightly
more than half all photographers were self-employed in 2002. What is
really involved in making a career in photography?

A.
Photography as a career is 99% about everything, and 1% about taking a picture.
Anyone who desires only to take a picture, will never be a professional. Photography, like most things in life, is a journey, and it’s one that anyone walking must know can move in many different ways; at anytime. It’s about keeping an open mind, rather than an open eye, about learning how to talk with a person, not just capturing some lucky moment. Photography has evolved beyond the point of a technical medium into something higher. It is a language, a communication, that speaks to film, and design, to documentation, social constructs, expression, art and more. it is shared by all, but mastered and understood by few. Today, photography is not a profession as much as a layer of understanding to apply to one’s endeavors.

I’ve been shut-in all weekend, and maybe it’s just that I’m tired of cleaning my apartment or staring at white walls, but I really wanted to be around people today, to be someplace, to be doing something.
The AGO opened this weekend from its long redesign. Amy’s busy, so, a solo trip.

It was a 2 hour line up, beside the ugliest building in the world just to get in, but the gallery was exceptional.

Furthermore, they were giving out Free AGO dark chocolate!

I lay awake in bed, and stare at my window, patterned with shadows and silhouettes, colour from the street and condensation. I look at it, it’s beautiful. I wish she was here to share this with me.
3am is so still, so perfect.