Beautiful.

"I hope that you are a disaster. I'm sorry, but I do. I hope that you are thunder and lightning. I hope you are a forest fire, I hope you kill the dead wood and burn off the rotting leaves. With the canopy gone, the sun can get in. You need new growth. I hope you're terrible and broken and perfect."

Days on the job.

Disclaimer: I probably shouldn't start writing about this right now because I am very tired and cranky, and my mother is driving me crazy, but I will.

Today I had my first day working at the Magazine. It started off on a pretty bad note: lateness. For the record, this was not entirely my fault. I let three streetcars pass because they were either not going where I needed them to, or they passed by me. So in my frustration (at this point we have twenty minutes to travel a half hour's commute), I walk to Spadina, which I know will take me right where I need, and what does the driver start doing, talking to the controller standing on the platform as we go around the circle. For a good five minutes, or what felt like five minutes. Buddy! People have places to fucking be!
I get on the subway soon enough after they cease exchanging niceties ("Hey, My name's Bill, hows the kids?") and begin my long sit to the office. Luckily enough for me, my boss was also running late in her schedual, and she looked over my lateness and considered it convenience.
Quickly, I was introduced to my co-workers, told who to bug when in need of answers, and put to work. En route, I happened to sneak inside the fashion room, and oh boy, ladies, Fall coats and shoes, oh man, Im excited, you should be too! ha! The lady I work with is terribly funny, and great company. Sharing a desk with her is a breeze. She had asked me to bring in my portfolio which I found semi surprising, but assumed that she just wanted to see what she was working with.
Upon looking at my photos she asked if I would be interested in shooting some editorial portraits for an upcoming issue! I can't say what and who the portraits are of, but I can say, Im so stoked! Later in the day, my boss asked me to go to one of their fall fashion shoots and take some behind the scenes photos. Which will be awesome. I believe both of those shoots are next week. Gotta buy a new battery!
Besides the exciting news, my day consisted of editing some photos, researching some films, and looking for a needle in a hay stack (also known as looking for a particular photo in a pile of magazines).
And now I sit, eating mass amounts of carbohydrates, and thinking about having to call my mother back and apologize for yelling. I am tired, and cranky, but so excited about this job!

I hate ttc. ha

Why I blog.

Well, I don't persay. But in all seriousness, I enjoy writing. I thouroughly enjoy writing my thoughts down, and I have come to the point in this writing where I don't feel productive keeping words locked in my harddrive.
I think that "blogging" has gotten a bad rap. The universality of the internet taints anyting that attempts to be true and honest. Making things accessable has long been a trend in how to properly drain the soul out of any art form. When it comes to photography, the accessability of digital gear has been an arguement against photography as an art form rather than a commercial and recreational tool.
This may be a dead horse already, but I feel everyone has the right to write, express themselves and they are entitled to doing this in any fashion they please. Some people just happen to be better at it than others. These people are authors and photographers, artists and inspiration. There are levels.
I was scared of blogging. Scared of what it may turn my writing into. Im okay with it now.