Friday, 21 October 2011
Funny - Jingna is posting sad little FB comments about how depressed she is and yesterday was one of the rare days when I was exhausted enough to become sad as well. Not physically. Physically you can count on to go away after two meals and a good long sleep. But dealing with people. Some people make you want to go to sleep and not wake up.
At some point yesterday, after talking to the General and to a friend of mine who’s a lawyer, I told the client I withdraw from their commission, apologizing and asking for no payment – their complaints about the quality of the photographs was coming down to no end – most of which was regarding the clothes, the light and the lack of variety. The clothes were obviously not my part. There was a wardrobe lady there, but the one complaint was about the model I vouched for – the ONLY professional model on the set. The variety.. well. The photo shoot didn’t take three hours, it lasted nine and not because we stood around. For whatever the client asked for, we delivered. They just now say they expected more. And the lights? Well. The lights are all the difference between a great photo and the useless one. I asked for lights and I worked with what they gave me. Now they don’t like what the light in the pictures is like. I’m a photographer, not a fucking miracle worker. If you ask me, considering what was there, the results were excellent. Just not what you would want to put in a magazine. Honestly nothing about it looks elite, as nothing about it was. I doubt anyone on the set was paid at all, I know for a fact models were volunteers and the make-up artist was a student. But of course, regardless of the fact that when it comes to organization, I am just the one who presses the big button on the camera, all the fault now comes to me. So I said, sorry, this obviously isn’t what you wanted, I apologize and this is where we part our ways. I don’t know what I will do now. On one side I like the pictures, I think some are great and would love to see them used, but on another I am so busy I simply cannot waste two weeks of editing them for little or no money to come out in the end. I have other projects running. Projects that I now feel tired about.
There was even some talk about me coming to freshen up the portfolios of some models in the currently most respectful model management agency. The management saw my work and invited me over. That may come out so well it’s not even funny. And yet I am afraid that when I do my own stuff, it’s so cool, no pressure, but when someone is watching, I freeze: this is the exact quality in amateur models that I am so strict about. Now that my time has finally come, I have exhausted myself over the one thing I always thought I could not care less about – other people’s expectations.
Guess it’s not that easy. Which is kind of good news. I hate things to just shoot up without a solid foundation. Those are like fireworks – mind-blowing for about a second and a half.Wednesday, 19 October 2011
Sometimes it takes A LOT (two coffees, three talks and one good news during) not to give up on people. But that is perhaps a conversation for none the feint of heart :/
Tuesday, 18 October 2011
Monday, 17 October 2011
Indeed it is stress that often keeps us alive - if not alive then at least alert. I am the sort of a person that, if I were not nervous about something, I would remain standing in the middle of the train station, reading, listening to music, long after the trains have pulled away. For a couple of moments I wouldn't even for the life of me remember why that should probably bother me for some reason. But then I make myself really nervous about stuff like mounting a train and so I make double sure I get there.
There's a column in a train newspaper today about how we are constantly observed and judged and have become obsessed with trying to live up to other people's expectations. It's what makes Asperger's a blessing in disguise. Not that I don't remember what that used to be like, but that was another husband, another lifetime ago.
There's another article about love, nay, deitification of Steve Jobs. The journalist talks of his relationship with his first laptop. No idea why we should feel so shamed about being in a passionate symbiosis with an object. Samurais have their swords, kings have their crowns, Christians have their bible, musicians have their instruments... We have our portable typewriters/libraries/movie theaters/ music/portfolios. And maps. Let's not forget maps. Lately maps do save me a lot of anguish :))))))
Sunday, 16 October 2011
Barky is sick, which is kind of not cool, as she's never been sick before and I don't know how to help her. Try as we might we can't think of why she would be so poorly :( She threw up a load of food (is it the food? Something she ate? Something she ate and got stuck?) and is now shivering in her corner, all cold and passive :( Won't eat. Won't fall for my teasing. I hate this, as I am entirely powerless and can't find anything to blame.
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