So yesterday my friend Jamie and I did a test shoot for our portfolios (her styling book and my photogrpahy). We collected an enormous amount of colorful "stuff." I will say for as much as I like white stuff, I like colorful stuff equally as much. The shots looked really great, and it felt amazing to be working towards a goal (less styling jobs/more photography jobs). The sad part was trying to shoot digitally. I rented a canon 5d, as many photographer friends of mine have claimed that it gets the job done. Well, I'm not sold. It seems as if digital kind of robs the photo of any mood. That's also probably because I don't know what I am doing and I have relied so heavily on the polaroid to create my "mood." I cried for the first time last night thinking about the end of polaroid. I think I have been in a bit of denial about it. I will be very, very sad when it is gone. The happiness that film brings me is beyond words. It's like it takes what I see and coats it with pixie dust. Now I just need andrew to come up with some digital pixie dust to sprinkle on my new photos. I'll keep you posted. I guess I always do, huh.?