Pere Lachaise

I really couldn't be bothered going to Pere Lachaise. What do I care about Jim Morrison's grave? I did like the doors, but only after the movie, so i don't think that counts. BUT, Andrew really wanted to go, so it was only fair. When we got there I almost just had him go to Jim's grave without me while I waited at the entrance. Andrew insisted I join him and I am so glad I did. I forgot how much I really love cemeteries (that is so sick). I forgot that some of my favorite photos are from cemeteries (evidence here and here).
I promise I did not walk on any graves to get these photos. I may have walked very close, but not on top. Jim Morrison's grave was kind of a bust (well actually it was supposed to be a bust of Jim, but apparently it got stolen). The people standing there (and there were lots) were much more interesting than the grave itself.

Chopin's grave was much more beautiful. Andrew asked me if I knew who Chopin was.
"Excuse me? Yes, I know who Chopin is. Gaaaaahhhhhhd! How rude. He plays music, right?"

We spent about an hour just wandering through the crowded aisles of graves, taking lots of pictures.

Then it started to rain (it rained quite a bit while we were there). Then it started to rain even harder. So we headed out to a cafe around the corner to have cafe au laits and a croque monsieur.


ps. i had to do them smaller, because the i couldn't deal with them not being square, plus i noticed the others were cropped. damn you blogger.

Everyday Polaroid

My friend deborah was nice enough to invite me to be a guest contributor on her new blog called everyday polaroid. She gave me a whole week. What fun! And you can check out the flickr group here. Polaroid love! Aaaahhh!

Highs and Lows

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.?