to be clear, i know absolutely nothing about fashion photography.
so why, do you ask, did i go on a fashion shoot today? to be truthful, i’m not entirely sure myself. i suppose i just wanted to try something new. if you enjoy this sort of thing, keep your eye on my photoblog as i’ll be peppering the queue with studio shots.
ender and i had five speedlights at our disposal (three SB800s and two SB600s) and so we decided to tackle the ever popular water drop shot. surprisingly, things turned out pretty well and nobody was blinded or killed to death.
hopefully more to come tomorrow.
the Brazilian government has taken aerial photographs of a remote tribe near its border with Peru in order to prove their existence so it can protect their land from treemonsters.
i still find it pretty crazy that in this day and age, there are still lots of tribes out there that have very minimal (if any) contact with the outside world. i also find it pretty funny that these aerial photos don’t show any of them doing normal tribal things (unless they habitually aim arrows skyward).
for over the past five years, a lot of random people have called my cellphone number looking for people that aren’t me. i don’t know why this is, but i think i’ve narrowed it down to either me just having one of those phone numbers that are easy to accidentally dial or there being an extradimensional vortex of shame whose epicenter is inexplicably linked to my digits.
the real problem with food is that no matter what you eat today, you’ll still be hungry tomorrow.
when confirmation that NASA’s Phoenix lander had safely touched down on Mars reached mission control yesterday at 23:53 GMT, the whole place went wild. all sorts of nerds exchanged hugs and awkwardly timed high-fives and generally patted themselves on the back for a job well done.
did this worry anybody else?
with NASA’s budget hovering a little above $17 billion, wouldn’t you expect the success of any given mission to be relatively secure? it seems silly to spend all that money and have to cross your fingers during the landing attempt, hoping that you remembered to convert your calculations to metric units.
but what do i know?
classical music + severe thunderstorm = all sorts of greatness
i’m always frightened that i’ll commit some sort of grave faux pas when i’m at weddings. i mean, i know i’m not supposed to punch the bride or scream at the wedding party but other than that, i’m pretty much treading on broken glass.
before you go on, please note that i am not a registered voter and will probably never be; i figure my hands are bloody enough. this is probably the only time i’m going to address the upcoming US presidential election until one of them actually wins it so i’ll make it quick.
why are the democratic primaries taking so long?!
i just had a HORRIBLE nightmare. i was back in college and Hillary Rodham Clinton had come to our school with the intention of having a personal meeting with every single student in order to secure our votes.
needless to say, i ran. and hid.
and she was sporting those crazy eyes when she found me.
