A couple more shots from that game. It’s cliché to say one wants to direct someday. To make that a profession? A lot has to go right for that to happen. But I like the idea of directing a sports movie. I take photos as practice, composition, lighting.
Los Angeles, CA. Dodger Stadium. Taken September 1st.
October 12, 2014. Beverly Hills CA. The Ferrari F60 America.
Why did I not take more photos?
Some of the people running the event from my union—it was also hosted in part by Mack Sennett Studios, who were all very nice and accommodating and said photos were not a problem—told me not to take any photos once I got into the event space. Which was also sponsored by another company for alcohol it looked like. So, spend your members’ money to throw an event, ask other people to pitch in, have signs up saying the event will be photographed and then say you can’t take photos in this instagram, facebook, twitter age?
When the whole point is to “encourage young adult professional members to take control of their careers, get involved and get active through social media, social networking, meet-ups, tweet-ups, community outreach, special events and much more!”?
Look, it doesn’t help when I’m trying to get over the fact that I don’t like instagram. There, I said it. I don’t. I get its popularity. I get that I should participate, but intrinsically don’t like it. The journal to me is completely different. I have control, it’s not just a stream of “look at how perfect I am, how perfect my life is, with occasional ‘deepness.'” I don’t know. I guess I’m just feeling bitter about things. About the way things are. Not working steadily, one has too much time to deal with and think of the absurdity.
It seems it would be nice to be young and pretty and somewhat sheltered and happy with that stuff. And hopeful. People telling you the world is yours.
Anyway. That’s not the way it is.
One of the nice things about being a former committee member is you don’t have to be so. . . what’s the word, political?. . . I think the state of affairs there is a mess. But that’s not a bad thing to say. Can’t fix it unless people know it’s broken.
It’s easier to get good shots when you’re perched in the ivory VIP booth. I don’t drink, so the vodka was lost upon me. However, I enjoy a photo op. Behind the camera anyway.
Thanks to Dante for the invite.
April 3, 2014. Supperclub in Hollywood.