The above is an unnamed friend (let’s call her Ivy), who attended a masquerade party at my house this summer.
The school year has begun, actually it’s about to be over… this quarter at least. I’ve fallen behind on a lot of my obligations I feel like, and it’s time for that to be corrected. I go through this whole Spring Cleaning mindset, except it happens once every month and you can imagine how much that throws me off. My environment fuels my productivity, and each time I need to adjust to a new one, I lose all momentum from times past. In the past 4 years alone, I have moved approximately four times, and that is not including the first two years of moving onto campus and then back home. After all this time, my last year of college is ahead of me and I still pretty much exist within one or two suitcases, not much more than what can fit in the back of an old Toyota Previa.
This summer I dedicated to hedonistic pleasures, I gave into living in another city yet again just for the kicks, I worked more on creative pleasures like a one-time bout into journalism, building a website for a company, even going so far as to booking and completing my first wedding. Now I’m back in school and my focus is back on the brain, but I’ve been working hard to keep everything going on all at once. I’ve even taken the plunge and finally bought two new cameras as presents for my hard work, a Canon 5D Mk II (which you can see being used for my first time up above), and a Yashica Mat 124G, a split decision foray into medium format which I’m sure I’ll treasure once I have more time again.
With all this talk of time and work and doing things, I’m still lying in bed, sick as a dog. I should get up and cook breakfast and get going with my day. Completely off topic, I think my style has become pretty defined now, I like blending photojournalism/documentary work into real life, bringing the uniquely foreign into the mundanely familiar. I’ve always taken pictures of my friends faces, expressions at events you don’t know, and I think that’s part of the magic. Telling a story in which you can’t divulge the beginning, only the end.