People may not tell you how they feel about you, but they always show you. Pay attention.
I was going through my older blogs a short time ago and couldn’t help but notice that I wrote rather profusely back then. I give my younger self credit for that, despite the low-quality content and mediocre language.
Nowadays I feel as though I’ve lost my dedication to the craft, fertilized another behind my lover’s back, like The Seed 2.0. Damn you, social media. You whore.
No Autographs, Please.
I want to finish this post about the excitement I felt meeting Judd Apatow, how I backed out of getting an autograph, the cinematic experience of attending his gala, hugs and convos with Michael B. Jordan, Hollywood humility, and fancy gourmet treats embellished with golden flakes.
I want to finish this post about the sweet serendipity I’ve been experiencing in 2013. From free events, awesome opportunities, finding lost items, timing on my side and how I scored a $99.99 dress for $9.99.
Grim Grinning Ghosts I want to finish this post about my history with Halloween, how my friends have opted to stay home and not do anything ever since that incident in 2009, and whether or not I’m over dressing up in costumes.
Let’s Get Lifted I want to finish this post about how it’d be rad to know more people who would get excited over cameos, understand pop culture references, go to museums, try new food spots, and just be down to walk around and explore. No disrespect to the people in my life now, sure we’re like-minded personality-wise and we still have fun, but it’d be cool to mesh with certain interests too.
"Your First 10,000 Photographs are your worst."
I want to finish this post about the awful luck I have with photography, how I’m never at the right place at the right time, how lighting struck the moment someone asked me to take a photo for them, how I seldom have my camera on me for opportune moments, how the setting is rarely ideal, how subject matter and lighting isn’t always in my favor, and how terribly critical I am of my work, with both art and photography—dismissing old shots and pieces as ‘cringeworthy.’
But I’ve hung them out to dry for too long. Sincere apologies to the written word and all that encompasses your glorious world, but I’ve honestly been lazy AF when it comes to writing these days. I’ve been consistent with updating the photoblog though. I guess the “Dear Diary,” portion of my life is now over. Or has been substituted with conversation, 140 characters and square photographs.