the big 3-0.
Hello world. Tomorrow, I will be officially be leaving my 20s behind me for the glorious 30s (they are glorious, aren’t they?). I thought about doing some kind of “the last 30 years in review” but then decided it was too much of an undertaking at this point and that I could do without the cheesiness of it. In its place, I will make do with a “the last year in review” instead.
September: Frank takes me to an amazing dinner at Farallon in SF. Oh my god the food is so good, I am still thinking about it months later. I take a picture of myself in the bathroom (the mirror was so big).
September: Frank whisks me away for a romantic weekend in Sonoma and we have a fun weekend up in wine country. My photo of the mission ends up getting published in the 2008 Catholic calendar for the Bay Area.
September: We go to Lovefest up in SF and I have a fun old time taking photos of people. I get tons of hits on the nearly naked girls and feel like a big pervert.
October: I start my very first photo class at school and it was the first in many steps that lead to my utter downfall to the dark side of shooting film. I end up taking a bunch of photography classes at school and promptly forgetting most of the history stuff, but retaining a love for film and all that good stuff.
November: I get to meet the lovely Taly, who was living temporarily in the Bay Area. We keep in touch regularly, and she becomes a loyal confidante and good friend.
December/January: For Christmas, Frank gives me a Hasselblad C/M that one of his colleagues was selling and that led me down the even more evil path of shooting medium format! The seller becomes my fairy camera godfather and starts to bequeath me with all manner of lovely photo-related gear he doesn’t want anymore. I consequently receive all his colour developing gear, along with getting to test out his Manfrotto tripod and his Yashica 124G.
January: We spend New Year with our wacky friends in Boston. Nobody’s outer extremities get blown off by fireworks.
February: Frank and I celebrate Valentine’s Day with not one, but two romantic dinners. One at the Carnelian Room, the other at Chez Panisse.
March: I become an Assistant Organiser for my photo group and start scheduling all kinds of crazy walkabouts for them and instituting monthly meetings. It’s pretty awesome making people happy and providing a way for them to meet other photographers in the area.
April: Wirehead Ken introduces me to the Cult of Strobism. Unfortunately, I’m bad at learning retention, and I have yet to really get into it.
April: Our Boston friends come to visit and we all go to the beach and do California-y things. In April. In the freezing cold. We all wear hoodies and pretend like it’s warm out there even though we’re freezing our asses off.
April: I start writing articles for ShutterBudd and providing appropriate photographs along with it.
May: I start taking my street photography more seriously and being friendlier to the crazies in the street. This results in a bunch of really funny photos that I immediately fall in love with.
June: I start hanging out with Darren a lot and going to abandoned buildings with him. He continues to feed my love of film photography and medium format. He subsequently lends me two rangefinders, which make me obsess about getting a rangefinder.
July: Frank and I spend July fourth with our newfound California friends at a house party where no one caught fire and everyone still had their eyebrows. I call that a success.
July: I do a bit of modeling for Wirehead Ken, and I still fail to be interested in doing my own Strobist photography. He doesn’t seem to mind, since I wear fishnets and blue wigs for him.
July: Oh yeah… I also lose 70 pounds over the course of about a year.
August: I develop an entirely unhealthy fascination with photographing dead things and trash cans. I’m also shooting mostly film at this point.
And that pretty much brings us to this right now. In all, I would say the last year has been pretty damned amazing and awesome. I am finally feeling like I’m adjusting to life out here in California and that it finally feels like a place I would want to call home. It was rough at first, but things have fallen into place once we met more people and found more people to call our friends, which once again leads me to believe that it’s the people and connections that make anywhere feel like home.
Here’s to another great year!