What led to this photo (and let me ask forgiveness beforehand, as I’ve recently fallen truly, madly and deeply in love with…bullet points): Injury at the Fleetwood Mac concert, which made me use my EMT skills, which got my adrenaline flowing which led to me staying up until 3am watching Fringe and then In Treatment which made me have weird dreams of me as a psychologist so that when I woke up the next day I was in a strangely serene, manic place during which I had lunch with Ian, and lamented the fact that the week’s models had been disappointing for various reasons (including being not quite my type and, most importantly, FLAKES), but which made me realize I don’t want to shoot Models anymore.  I want to shoot actual people, with actual stories, and that some of my favorite shots are of People, not people posing, but people who I find interesting because they are indeed Not models, but people like Julia Galdo (shown here), who I met because of the Internet (and is an excellent reason not to blame the internet, but just models I’ve found on the internet), and who I continually thank the internet for introducing me to, for many reasons like she cooked me dinner last night she’s an excellent photographer, and one of the few I am truly in aw of her laugh…we’ll get back to her laugh her style, which is immediate and fantastic (her new apartment, while different from her last, still bleeds her style, has it coming out of its pores) her choice in friends (see: Cody Cloud, Jordan Fraker) And so, all that lack of sleep and saving of lives and flaking of models and the photographic epiphany while in the shower and the scrambled eggs and manic raving while eating lunch, that all led to a long afternoon into evening spent at Julia’s, with her alone, breaking down my Grand Unified Theory of Relationships, and with her people, breaking down the internet and why the basic social courtesies are not always obeyed, eating a delicious home-made dinner, discussing the relative weights of the Canon 5D vs. the Canon 5D Mark II. Oh, and I think I got a second-hand high, too. Shit, I forgot about Julia’s laugh, for got to describe that.  This is already too long, but too bad, a promise is a promise.  her laugh is two-tone, high and then low, and it is loud and lacking in any degree of self-consciousness.  It is so awesome I found myself unconsciously mimicking it last night, then caught myself, because it would appear like mockery instead of praise, which is what it was. View high resolution

What led to this photo (and let me ask forgiveness beforehand, as I’ve recently fallen truly, madly and deeply in love with…bullet points):

  • Injury at the Fleetwood Mac concert, which made me use my EMT skills, which got my adrenaline flowing which led to
  • me staying up until 3am watching Fringe and then In Treatment which made me have
  • weird dreams of me as a psychologist so that when I
  • woke up the next day I was in a strangely serene, manic place during which I
  • had lunch with Ian, and lamented the fact that
  • the week’s models had been disappointing for various reasons (including being not quite my type and, most importantly, FLAKES), but which made me realize
  • I don’t want to shoot Models anymore.  I want to shoot actual people, with actual stories, and that some of my favorite shots are of People, not people posing, but people who I find interesting because they are indeed Not models, but people like
  • Julia Galdo (shown here), who I met because of the Internet (and is an excellent reason not to blame the internet, but just models I’ve found on the internet), and who I continually thank the internet for introducing me to, for many reasons like
    • she cooked me dinner last night
    • she’s an excellent photographer, and one of the few I am truly in aw of
    • her laugh…we’ll get back to her laugh
    • her style, which is immediate and fantastic (her new apartment, while different from her last, still bleeds her style, has it coming out of its pores)
    • her choice in friends (see: Cody Cloud, Jordan Fraker)
  • And so, all that lack of sleep and saving of lives and flaking of models and the photographic epiphany while in the shower and the scrambled eggs and manic raving while eating lunch, that all led to a long afternoon into evening spent at Julia’s, with her alone, breaking down my Grand Unified Theory of Relationships, and with her people, breaking down the internet and why the basic social courtesies are not always obeyed, eating a delicious home-made dinner, discussing the relative weights of the Canon 5D vs. the Canon 5D Mark II. Oh, and
  • I think I got a second-hand high, too.
  • Shit, I forgot about Julia’s laugh, for got to describe that.  This is already too long, but too bad, a promise is a promise.  her laugh is two-tone, high and then low, and it is loud and lacking in any degree of self-consciousness.  It is so awesome I found myself unconsciously mimicking it last night, then caught myself, because it would appear like mockery instead of praise, which is what it was.

Notes