Isn't he adorable?!
(please don't take my picture without my permission)
Monday, February 21, 2011
cutest little kid ever part 2
Isn't he adorable?!
(please don't take my picture without my permission)
Saturday, February 5, 2011
cutest little kid ever...
On the photography hunt today. I was looking to get my model in some candid shots. What better than to go out and do normal stuff (i.e. get coffee and head to the bookstore)? While in pursuit, (and quite honestly taking more forced candids than natural ones) I stumbled upon one of those toddlers you can't help but stare at and wish that someday when you have kids of your own, they will turn out as cute as the little one right before your eyes. This particular one came with personality too, so his brownie points sky-rocketed on my invisible chart of "cuteness".
I felt drawn to the little tyke. Pretty sure he and his mother were Korean. In the midst of longing to take his picture for my portfolio, I asked my model if she thought it would be a good idea; never having asked a total stranger if I could take their child's picture, certainly put a little trepidation into my decision. And that didn't even include the fact that they both were speaking a foreign language, of which I only know how to say hello- in a botched sort of way. But after I recieved the go-ahead from my model, I mustered the courage needed and walked up to the little one's mom. The conversation went a little something like this.
"excuse me" (she doesn't hear me, so i tap her on the shoulder)
"excuse me"
(she turns around)
"hi. can i take a picture of him." (while asking, i lift up my camera and point at her son, who is chattering away about some toy)
(she looks slightly confused) "oh" she says. "why?" (i begin to feel hopeless)
"it's for school" (feeling lame)
"uhhhh" (honestly, i want to crawl in a hole; i hope she doesn't think of me as some kind of delusional weirdo/psycho...i'm really not. hopefully she'll see me as some sweet looking teenager. i'm not one, but everyone thinks i am, so you never know).
"okay" (she stretches out the word and makes it sound like a question)
I'm happy at this point, yet i feel like I'm invading personal space, so my courage is at a 2 1/2, maybe a 3. The little kid, however is very willing to have his picture taken, and even says hi to me after his mom's encouragement.
I only took two shots of him cause I felt like I was slightly weirding his mom out, though she was very helpful in getting his attention for me and apologizing when he walked too close to the camera. After thanking her and leaving the area, I couldn't get him out of my mind. His adorable qualities seared to my heart like I was being branded by a rancher (though less painful). I felt slightly idiotic, but I ended up going back to the kids area and using up my last ten or so frames on him. I intended to take them of my model, but he "just happened to be there still" and was conveniently interested in the toys we (my model and I) were playing with. So I snapped away while his mom apologized over and over about his child-like behavoirs (I thought they were endearing). Such as, whenever he saw me looking through the veiwfinder, he would tilt his head and body to the right (imagine trying to look at a picture that is tilted on it's side). He would stay still until i took the shot (the perfect little model). Once my role ended I felt the beginnings of a sad parting (only on my part). But I had a good time; I even had a mini conversation with his mom, which made the situation less awkward. As we parted (for the final time), the little boy's mom told him to say bye, which he did, and repeated himself several more times. Between his goodbyes I thanked the mom multiple times, feeling like it wasn't enough, but hoping she could see my earnest gratitude.
Here's hoping my photos turn out (I'll post some later if they do).
I felt drawn to the little tyke. Pretty sure he and his mother were Korean. In the midst of longing to take his picture for my portfolio, I asked my model if she thought it would be a good idea; never having asked a total stranger if I could take their child's picture, certainly put a little trepidation into my decision. And that didn't even include the fact that they both were speaking a foreign language, of which I only know how to say hello- in a botched sort of way. But after I recieved the go-ahead from my model, I mustered the courage needed and walked up to the little one's mom. The conversation went a little something like this.
"excuse me" (she doesn't hear me, so i tap her on the shoulder)
"excuse me"
(she turns around)
"hi. can i take a picture of him." (while asking, i lift up my camera and point at her son, who is chattering away about some toy)
(she looks slightly confused) "oh" she says. "why?" (i begin to feel hopeless)
"it's for school" (feeling lame)
"uhhhh" (honestly, i want to crawl in a hole; i hope she doesn't think of me as some kind of delusional weirdo/psycho...i'm really not. hopefully she'll see me as some sweet looking teenager. i'm not one, but everyone thinks i am, so you never know).
"okay" (she stretches out the word and makes it sound like a question)
I'm happy at this point, yet i feel like I'm invading personal space, so my courage is at a 2 1/2, maybe a 3. The little kid, however is very willing to have his picture taken, and even says hi to me after his mom's encouragement.
I only took two shots of him cause I felt like I was slightly weirding his mom out, though she was very helpful in getting his attention for me and apologizing when he walked too close to the camera. After thanking her and leaving the area, I couldn't get him out of my mind. His adorable qualities seared to my heart like I was being branded by a rancher (though less painful). I felt slightly idiotic, but I ended up going back to the kids area and using up my last ten or so frames on him. I intended to take them of my model, but he "just happened to be there still" and was conveniently interested in the toys we (my model and I) were playing with. So I snapped away while his mom apologized over and over about his child-like behavoirs (I thought they were endearing). Such as, whenever he saw me looking through the veiwfinder, he would tilt his head and body to the right (imagine trying to look at a picture that is tilted on it's side). He would stay still until i took the shot (the perfect little model). Once my role ended I felt the beginnings of a sad parting (only on my part). But I had a good time; I even had a mini conversation with his mom, which made the situation less awkward. As we parted (for the final time), the little boy's mom told him to say bye, which he did, and repeated himself several more times. Between his goodbyes I thanked the mom multiple times, feeling like it wasn't enough, but hoping she could see my earnest gratitude.
Here's hoping my photos turn out (I'll post some later if they do).
Monday, October 11, 2010
photography
i just have to say that i feel like a complete clutz. well, earlier today, i felt like one anyway.
it's not everyday you mistakenly poor Fixer (a chemical used in the process of developing negatives and pictures) down the drain. i was told not to, and what do i do? i get so distracted by making sure i'm timing everything correctly, that i don't even realize my mistake until after i've made it. and to top things off, i then dilute the perma wash with water, causing the assistant to discard it all.
don't even get me started with how i broke the dark room glass last week.
uggghhh!...it doesn't even begin to express my humiliation.
it's not everyday you mistakenly poor Fixer (a chemical used in the process of developing negatives and pictures) down the drain. i was told not to, and what do i do? i get so distracted by making sure i'm timing everything correctly, that i don't even realize my mistake until after i've made it. and to top things off, i then dilute the perma wash with water, causing the assistant to discard it all.
don't even get me started with how i broke the dark room glass last week.
uggghhh!...it doesn't even begin to express my humiliation.
Monday, September 20, 2010
But
so i figured this would be a daily occurence. it very well could have been. but (there always is one), i was at a loss as to what i should say. i mean, plenty of stuff went through my head. but (there it is again), i didn't want to get too personal. and then i thought, "why not write a story? someone might like my creative juices." but (rearing it's ugly head), i couldn't get past the possibility of someone also plagarizing my stuff. darn those creative juices of mine. they might actually inspire someone to rip off my originality. so here my problem rests. WHAT TO WRITE? not sure.
i will keep thinking. i will also always accept ideas from others. i may not write about them, but there is a chance i will. taking requests as of now.
i will keep thinking. i will also always accept ideas from others. i may not write about them, but there is a chance i will. taking requests as of now.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Hello (fill your name in here). my name shall go unknown for the time being...cue the mysterious music.
so why have a blog? my reasoning connects to a certain professor, whose comment on my portfolio, said that I have a great journal voice and need to become a blogger. enough said, right? well, sure. who wouldn't want to try this out if someone else told them they would be great at it? (right now I'm reading over what I wrote and am analyzing it, hoping i don't sound too corny or un-interesting)
there's just one thing though. what in the world am I going to write about (besides my professor's encouraging words)? I could talk about my life; but then again, that crosses personal boundaries I'm just not willing to share with you quite yet.
I could emulate Tavi Gevinson, and write about, critique, and display my passion (though it's not for fashion). My heart definitely lies in the creative arts though (and i include fashion in that category. where else would it go?).
lately I've been trying my hand at writing creative fiction. i also have a thing for taking pictures, reading, and otherwise consuming mass entertainment. you know, movies, t.v., internet surfing (the only kind I know).
i guess it will just be random displays of creativity from here on out. enjoy.
oh, you also might be wondering, "why twitter"? it's been a nickname for as long as i can remember. i was twitter before The twitter existed. I sometimes like to think the company jacked my name and partially ruined it's uniqueness. I can no longer be called that name without it being correlated to a website dedicated to letting everyone know the most mundane and idiotic things you do throughout the day. I mean, who needs to know that you spilt coffee on your pants while driving, or that you are heading off to slumber land? I don't get it, but whatever. I will stand by my name however, because it is original and will always be mine first.
so why have a blog? my reasoning connects to a certain professor, whose comment on my portfolio, said that I have a great journal voice and need to become a blogger. enough said, right? well, sure. who wouldn't want to try this out if someone else told them they would be great at it? (right now I'm reading over what I wrote and am analyzing it, hoping i don't sound too corny or un-interesting)
there's just one thing though. what in the world am I going to write about (besides my professor's encouraging words)? I could talk about my life; but then again, that crosses personal boundaries I'm just not willing to share with you quite yet.
I could emulate Tavi Gevinson, and write about, critique, and display my passion (though it's not for fashion). My heart definitely lies in the creative arts though (and i include fashion in that category. where else would it go?).
lately I've been trying my hand at writing creative fiction. i also have a thing for taking pictures, reading, and otherwise consuming mass entertainment. you know, movies, t.v., internet surfing (the only kind I know).
i guess it will just be random displays of creativity from here on out. enjoy.
oh, you also might be wondering, "why twitter"? it's been a nickname for as long as i can remember. i was twitter before The twitter existed. I sometimes like to think the company jacked my name and partially ruined it's uniqueness. I can no longer be called that name without it being correlated to a website dedicated to letting everyone know the most mundane and idiotic things you do throughout the day. I mean, who needs to know that you spilt coffee on your pants while driving, or that you are heading off to slumber land? I don't get it, but whatever. I will stand by my name however, because it is original and will always be mine first.
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