Satorientalist.

Man... I write a lot more than I post here. If you think I'm wordy now, realize this is me trying to work against that.

Today was a great day. My all-day photo class gave us a simple directive; go do street fashion. Different students were sent to different areas. Occasionally some students get an atypical assignment from the rest of the group. I was sort of one of those. Instead of a specific area I was instructed to shoot corners. Like, Charles Dutton corners? Haha... ha?

A small 90 degree angle was sketched for me.

I had gotten it into my head to shoot with a contemporary, powerful, fast point & shoot. Not mine, which is glacial. A friend lent me one. My friends are awesome.

So off I went. Haven't had a morning like that in a while.

Street shooting is like the Twitter of photography. Someone's there for an instant, mostly they grimace, and they're gone. I like the one's that pinch up more than the grimacers.

Problems: I'm still not close enough. The masters get right up in your grill. They don't fucking care. I need to get to that point.
You can't ask permission. I did, four times. Two said yes. One came out well. I like it. It's like a masthead for this kind of thing. The Sartorialist cover; some kind of credibility. Many of these, though, the keen could detect cowardice. I wouldn't argue with them.

Otherwise, nothing unusual. I have audio I'll play for you guys next week. It's short!

Oh, and I learned a fucking ton about fashion. Hats are fashionable. Problem solved!