Recovery
It happened again.
As I'm attempting to recover from being enfatuated with "The Girl", and doing well as a matter of fact, signs keep on popping up telling me "DON'T FORGET HER"! Her name isn't exactly very common, but somehow, it keeps appearing in my daily routine. I saw a t-shirt with the name of the island where she's from. I'm getting work assignments with her name all over it... I can't tell much of a story without giving away her name, so you'll just have to take my word for it on how I seem to be finding her name in the most coincidental places.
At the beginning of this blog, I wrote "it happened again". Well... it did. I was hired to work as a photographer for an event @ The Century Room club. I had never been there and I was hired because my boss was going on vacation and needed somebody to cover for him. I agreed. The day before, I was told I was no longer needed for this assignment but could still go if I so decided. I nearly took the opportunity to take the weekend off, but I decided to go nonetheless.
As I arrived, I began taking pictures immediately. I captured great shots of individual couples, of groups, of the crowds. As I moved outside to the patio, which was bustling with people, I decided to get some delayed exposure shots to demonstrate movement. As I set up my tripod and lens settings and began shooting, somebody approached me and covered the camera. For a moment, I thought it was a club coordinator who didn't know who I was and was asking me to stop taking pictures. I looked up. Focused my eyes in the dimly lit patio and across from me stood "The Girl"!
Serendipity, all over again.
Toronto has the largest densley clustered club scene in North America. Out of thousands of clubs, bars, lounges and cafés ... we were once again in the same place at the same time. I was happy to see her. My newfound friend (as I'm trying to see her) and I were in the same club. We chatted, she got me a drink, I took photos of her, we took a great one together. I tried to ignore the lottery number worthy odds we both confronted to reach that point. I AM trying to recover, but this isn't helping.
Somebody, something is trying to deliver us a message. What it is? Common, I need more signs. Write it on a paper airplane and send it down ... Be more specific please!
Later, she was ready to leave and I lost her in the crowd as I continued my work photographing the happy crowds.
All of a sudden, I realized that the opposite of rejection was happening to me. I was being lusted. Countless girls were coming up to me wanting to be photographed, some hugged me, others took my hands to dance, others still came for a talk. One of them recognized me from being at a club 3 weeks ago and came for a talk. Two girls came up to me wanting to be photographed and wanted me in the picture. I tried, but when you got a big SLR in your hand, it's not practical. Still, they loved the blurry shot. They wanted my number, e-mail ... something. I gave one my card. The other wanted one too. They left and I walked away. Moments later, one of them grabbed my ass! What the! They gave me a sexual stare as they walked pass me. Whoa! "I'm working ... I ... can't ... leave ... with... them" - I thought. Later, the club's belly dancers came to give me a private dance. I photographed them and I'm sure that's what they were there for. During the night I gave out nearly 30 cards and got a bunch back. I was wondering what was having this influence on these girls. Was it the fact that I was in controle of their captured images? Was it that I was in a suit looking like a club official? As Rob Breadner put it, cameras are like a baby, a puppy and a kitten all rolled into one. Whatever it was, I need to do that more often!
This week will be known as the week my ego went from kick in the pants to leader of the ants. What a rollercoaster ride!
As for "The Girl", I dont think I need to keep my eye out for serendipity. If it wants me, it'll find me.
As I'm attempting to recover from being enfatuated with "The Girl", and doing well as a matter of fact, signs keep on popping up telling me "DON'T FORGET HER"! Her name isn't exactly very common, but somehow, it keeps appearing in my daily routine. I saw a t-shirt with the name of the island where she's from. I'm getting work assignments with her name all over it... I can't tell much of a story without giving away her name, so you'll just have to take my word for it on how I seem to be finding her name in the most coincidental places.
At the beginning of this blog, I wrote "it happened again". Well... it did. I was hired to work as a photographer for an event @ The Century Room club. I had never been there and I was hired because my boss was going on vacation and needed somebody to cover for him. I agreed. The day before, I was told I was no longer needed for this assignment but could still go if I so decided. I nearly took the opportunity to take the weekend off, but I decided to go nonetheless.
As I arrived, I began taking pictures immediately. I captured great shots of individual couples, of groups, of the crowds. As I moved outside to the patio, which was bustling with people, I decided to get some delayed exposure shots to demonstrate movement. As I set up my tripod and lens settings and began shooting, somebody approached me and covered the camera. For a moment, I thought it was a club coordinator who didn't know who I was and was asking me to stop taking pictures. I looked up. Focused my eyes in the dimly lit patio and across from me stood "The Girl"!
Serendipity, all over again.
Toronto has the largest densley clustered club scene in North America. Out of thousands of clubs, bars, lounges and cafés ... we were once again in the same place at the same time. I was happy to see her. My newfound friend (as I'm trying to see her) and I were in the same club. We chatted, she got me a drink, I took photos of her, we took a great one together. I tried to ignore the lottery number worthy odds we both confronted to reach that point. I AM trying to recover, but this isn't helping.
Somebody, something is trying to deliver us a message. What it is? Common, I need more signs. Write it on a paper airplane and send it down ... Be more specific please!
Later, she was ready to leave and I lost her in the crowd as I continued my work photographing the happy crowds.
All of a sudden, I realized that the opposite of rejection was happening to me. I was being lusted. Countless girls were coming up to me wanting to be photographed, some hugged me, others took my hands to dance, others still came for a talk. One of them recognized me from being at a club 3 weeks ago and came for a talk. Two girls came up to me wanting to be photographed and wanted me in the picture. I tried, but when you got a big SLR in your hand, it's not practical. Still, they loved the blurry shot. They wanted my number, e-mail ... something. I gave one my card. The other wanted one too. They left and I walked away. Moments later, one of them grabbed my ass! What the! They gave me a sexual stare as they walked pass me. Whoa! "I'm working ... I ... can't ... leave ... with... them" - I thought. Later, the club's belly dancers came to give me a private dance. I photographed them and I'm sure that's what they were there for. During the night I gave out nearly 30 cards and got a bunch back. I was wondering what was having this influence on these girls. Was it the fact that I was in controle of their captured images? Was it that I was in a suit looking like a club official? As Rob Breadner put it, cameras are like a baby, a puppy and a kitten all rolled into one. Whatever it was, I need to do that more often!
This week will be known as the week my ego went from kick in the pants to leader of the ants. What a rollercoaster ride!
As for "The Girl", I dont think I need to keep my eye out for serendipity. If it wants me, it'll find me.
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