Tried a bit of food photography in my DIY lightbox. Couldn’t find a basket of pinterest-approved rustic veggies or a hipster-loved mason jar full of god knows what. Instead, I crumbled nilla wafers, sliced strawberries, and dolloped a few spoons of inexpensive canned whip cream. My backdrop was a wooden board found in the garage.
My Christmas Presents from Livi
Livi always gets me amazing presents, but this year was very special. These watches are a perfect statement of the personal style I’ve crafted over the years: simple, timeless, and subtle. Can’t wait to see how the leather softens and molds into the shape of my wrists.
I can photograph a person outside with relative ease but inside? Inside “street shooting” makes me nervous. I flinch. I double-think. I don’t shoot at all. Sometimes I think I’m being polite but really, I’m just missing the shot.
Here, I did not miss the shot. After a day of work interning at The Veteran’s Equity Center, my group members and I stopped by Blue Bottle in the South of Market district. They waited for their coffee and I waited for this lady to lower her gaze. She was reading quite intensely. From the giant “FRENCH” typed on the cover I assumed it was a tour guide or a language book.
I just love the diagonal tilt of the lighting. Feels very Edward Hopper-esque, only closer. The line across her face isn’t her hair – it’s mine. It was stuck inside the bellows, just behind the lens, and appeared in every subsequent frame. Does that count as a photobomb?
Alicia: Hey! HEY! Take a picture of me!
Alicia: What chu want me to do?
Me: Just stand right there. Okay, now take a smoke.
Alicia: Hey, hey, you got a dollar or something?
Me: Oh, I’m sorry – I only have card on me right now.