April 26, 2004

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  Brand New Thang

  
  

  I heard somewhere that every girl goes through a “photography phase”. You know, like wearing all black and going around taking pictures of trees and cracks in the sidewalk, or someone’s naked butt. In art school, you see all these polyester mutants hanging out outside the photo studios, smoking cigs and angsting about darkroom intrigues. Like horrible beasts which sprang forth from the loins of Ansel Adams and concieved by Georgia O’keefe, they make gratuitous crotch-art and drone on about flammable liquids and greyscales.  It’s terrible. What crap.

  
  

  I, on the other hand, am merely lazy. 

  
  

  I know some absolutely brilliant photographers, and I bow before their superior and insurmountably gorgeous talent. However, developer fluid and enlargers are not my bag.  Being a trained designer and drafts-guru (Mad Maven of Watercolor, Shiva of the Sharpie, The Goddess of Graphite Mastery, Baroness of Bristol-board), I am naturally keen on sketching and painstakingly rendering the things I see, but that doesn’t work so well when you’re, say, wandering aimlessly around the city looking for wierd stuff. Said wierdstuff having been spotted, one naturally would like to recall it later, but one does not have a pen handy. And drawing is a pain in the ass. So for instant gratification, it’s good to have a camera. To take pictures of wierdstuff.

  
  

  So i bought a wierdstuff collector. A Nikon Coolpix 5400, to be exact. It’s coming this week!

  
  

  

  
  

  So begins this here chickie’s supposed photo phase. I promise not to take pictures of any cracks….of any kind.

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