My Mirrored Self.
Last month I was leaving a teaching workshop I had just run when I felt something tickle my leg. I walked a couple of steps thinking to myself now gee whizz, something isn't right here, but I was trying really hard to be first in line at lunch because, well, PRIORITIES, and so I ignored my intuition.
OH YE BE NOT SO STUPID.
I hadn't screwed the cap to my water bottle on properly, and my bag had pooled a nice stash of aqua frizzante at the bottom of its well-made lining. At the bottom of that water? My camera.
BUT, clouds and silver-linings and all that other positive stuff, I got a new DSLR. THIS IS BASICALLY THE MOST EXCITING THING TO HAPPEN TO ME SINCE I GOT TWO SERVINGS OF PASTA AT LUNCH BECAUSE LOOK! ALL THE PRETTY THINGS! I LOOK LIKE AN ART STUDENT WHEN I HOLD IT JUST SO! EVERYONE PROBABLY THINKS I'M SO COOL! I'M BASICALLY DAVID BAILEY BUT BETTER!
Except I have no idea what I'm doing.
What I do know is that when I reviewed this shot after an afternoon in Loano's historical centre, my first thought was something along the lines of look at my feet on foreign roads, caught between an open door and a closed gate as I see myself reflected in my surroundings. I was convinced for like a whole two seconds that this was a metaphor for my life.
And it was then I realised my new camera makes me a bit wanky.
Hold on. Wanky-er.
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