ashleigh came up to albany for a few days, and while eating dinner one night, she had the idea to go buy some cheap-ass make-up, try and look as cracked-out as possible, and take some pictures. plus it gave her an excuse (as if she needs one) to drink copious amounts of jamesons while listening to pj harvey. did the pictures work for my photo class? you bet. did i try a few shots that worked their hardest to be replicas of the stuff you find on lastnightsparty.com? most assuredly.
it's funny how much you learn when you're taking pictures of other people and you're trying to make them look good. "ooops" was said more than once as i fanagled white balances, light, and learned to communicate with whomever is standing in front of you. oblique terms like "no, turn the other way...the other way" became "tilt your right arm out at the elbow, and pick the glass up about an inch."
but it wasn't until a few days later, as i took headshots of patrick, that i actually used one of those cliche-sounding lines you hear in the televisions; i didn't even realize what i said until i said it. as i clicked, i murmured "there he is, that smiling bastard."
