Thursday, June 14, 2012

pair of socks.

This was my final project for my Fashion Journalism class. It turned out rather nice, but I couldn't figure out where exactly I would like to have it published, if anywhere.

The model was a great sport. I don't think he'd posed for a camera before, but in the end I think he thought, even for a moment, that he could make a career of it.

My professor liked the project at least.

Behold, my exposé on the world of men's underfootwear.
(Best viewed as double-paged. Not sure hot to accomplish that with Scribd.)


Thanks, O.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

all for love.

Annals of Crime : The Chameleon

Somehow in 2008, I did not read this, though it is a fascinating and chilling article from the New Yorker.

The story of Frédéric Bourdin, a French con artist who, for all of his skill in lies and persuasion, didn't do it for the money. But for "love."

The world can be a cold place.

Sunday, June 10, 2012


This summer, I'm taking a film photography course. 35mm camera, dark room, rolls of film. The whole she-bang.

As was said the first day of class, our final project will be a collection of photographs tied together by a theme. Paris seems like the perfect place to do it. But it's been a struggle to find something that I want to take pictures of. 

I've been falling in and out of love with this city for awhile. My time here can be summed up in a simple metaphor. Often in Paris, it rains and pours. It's cold. It's grey. But out of nowhere, you'll have a day when the sun appears and warmly kisses your skin. The wind blows your dress, and you're afraid that people will see your underwear, but it's because you're not wearing tights (thank the gods!). You can lie down on some grass because it is neither damp, nor cold enough to run inside.

Everything feels perfect.

And then, the next day it rains and pours.

Were there ever sun nymphs in the mythologies? Surely, because I have to be a descendant of one as light and heat are obligatory to my existence. 

To tie this back in with my photography course, I want to take pictures of moments that one may never see. Maybe only the sun sees. Not necessarily beautiful, because my eyes haven't seen only beautiful things. 

That's my wish, my idea, for the moment. I hope to have this fleshed out soon. A game plan is in order.