831am. I’m looking out my window at the sky, hoping it stays exactly like it is. Nice and grey.
Because I got photos to take, today, and the weather looks to be playing its part as a giant diffuser. Rad.
Doing the last shoot for BEDLAM magazine (which I’m so excited about I could plotz), and before that running around the neighborhood with a new model (new people day!!).
And BEFORE THAT, listening to T.I. (to get me in the zone) and going through yesterday’s photos of Whitney.
Whitney, who I photographed for the second time. First time it was all standard O’ Bedlam expression, neutral, no smiling, straight at me. But the lady loves to laugh, it’s her default, see. So this time I just let her be herself, took dozens of shots of her busting up at nothing in particular, which, gotta tell you, damn infectious.
At this point, even though I’m seeing shots I like, it wouldn’t really matter if they all turned out bunk. Spending an hour laughing just for its own sake? That there is a win.
AND SO, if the sky can’t affect your good mood, today, then this shot of Whitney is for you.
