This year was supposed to be the year of hard bodies. I’m definitely not like a plank of wood. More like a soft ripened cheese. Looks pretty tough, but put some resistance against it and it’ll totally cave.
To sum up, I’m like brie cheese.
'The female photographer'
In the well-menaing battle for gender equality it’s tempting to trumpet the exploits of female creatives in order to garner more widespread appreciation for their work. I’ve been noticing this more and more amongst journalists in the creative arena. In almost all of the interviews I’ve had in various editorials the same question of what it’s like to be a ‘female photographer’ comes up.
It’s this implicit assertion that the experience of photography, or other creative forms, are somehow segregated according to your gender disposition. In other words the interviewer is still enforcing gender divisions by assuming in the framing of their questions.
If you promote one gender over another you grant that gender special rights over others which has two negative effects against equality. Firstly you favour one group over another and secondly you suggest that the capabilities of your favoured group (in this case women) are somehow inferior and require special promotion in order to attain equality. Both of these I reject in favour of a culture that doesn’t judge my abilities or intelligence based on my gender. I’m a photographer, that fact I happen to be female should be irrelevant when judging the standard of my work.
It looks like the moon is your head lucyquin!!
Our rooftop wedding was a huge success! Our patient bride and groom and the so very helpful staff at Atlantis Pavillion really helped make this day awesome.
This is probably, hands down, my favourite wedding that Julie and I have photographed so far. What an awesome, awesome day. I love Toronto.
Happy 8 years to us!
Meanwhile, earlier this morning:
Me: Happy anniversary!
Steve: Thanks. 8 lonnnggg years.
Me: *offended face*
Steve: We beat the 7 year itch!
Me: I’m going back to sleep.