So I finally ran outta film for my photo documentary on the Club. I have ten rolls, with 348 exposures in all. Good news is that I finally have pictures for y’all now that I’m shooting digital again. Now the real exercise will be choosing the film shots to print once I get back to Guilford. I think I’m gonna have to put together a show this time, one because I don’t have the constraints that came with printing nudes as part of my Metamorphoses project, two because all the shooting is already complete, so it makes sense that I should introduce another production element to the project, and three because I would like to learn firsthand about finding a display space and running publicity. If nothing else, I’ll probably be able to get upstairs Founders for a gallery if I reserve it far enough in advance.
Ugh, my D40x lens is filthy. And all my lens cloths are contaminated with salt from sea spray and grease from sunscreen. I ran out of disposable lens cleaners back in Madrid, and haven’t been able to find any more. Anyone got any advice, or should I just suffer through the lens flare until I get back?
Yesterday we cut more grass, but got an unexpected break at the end of the day when Thérèse decided to give everyone an hour-and-a-half lecture on how to behave at CVM. I guess Elias, Igor, and Sylvain mucked up the guided tour that they were assigned to lead and got into an argument in front of the tourists or something like that. I felt sorry for the German girls, because I knew they hardly understood anything, and just had to sit there, whereas I, being able to honestly say that I have been a picture of docility and obedience in comparison to the other guys, was able to derive some schadenfreude from knowing that the lecture wasn’t directed at me.
I thought we were gonna have today off, but that’ll be tomorrow, when I finally get to post this blog update. Today was Cleaning Day, where we scrubbed the kitchen and the bathrooms and swept out the tents, and then everyone went up to the Fort des Sallettes. After a very light lunch, Thérèse asked all of us to divide into partners and think of games to pass the time tomorrow. Of course Wink was at the top of my list, but Thérèse will probably say it’s too dangerous once I demonstrate it. Ya see, people who worry about things like that just annoy me. Life is danger. As Mr. D told us back in eighth grade English, you can die walking down the street by tripping and hitting your head on the pavement. Scrapes heal, and as long as things don’t get REALLY dangerous, as in bones breaking, why not have fun? Maybe this is my being twenty-one talking, but I hardly think it’s right to live in perpetual fear of anything, whether it be other humans, unseen microbes, physical pain, or even your own mortality. I’m not saying that you should never fear anything, because that’s just stupid, but letting fear prevent you from living an enjoyable life is nothing less than a mental handicap.
After the hour to think up games was over, no one called us to do anything and no one had given us any directions, so my partner Alexandre and I stayed where we were and discussed movies. Alexandre told me why he thought Shaun of the Dead was the greatest film ever made, and he made a pretty good argument, too.
No comments:
Post a Comment