Thursday, January 19, 2006
bells and whistles.
i spent monday at a bridal expo.
these people have "hired" me to be a wedding photographer with their company--quotation marks because there won't be any photographing or getting paid unless they actually book some weddings here. in the meantime, however, they're outfitting me with a digital SLR i could never afford and allowing me to do anything with it i want. they're a successful studio from col0rado, and want to expand their business--why into new york, of all places, i don't know. i guess if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere. they were here over the holiday weekend for the bridal show (hereafter, "BS").
oh, man.
apart from the unabashed inanity of the BS, there was me sheparding around a group of midwesterners, tipping the cabbies they left underpaid, explaining why we should not rent a car, doing the hailing, drawing on the maps, picking the restaurants (because you cannot go to new york and eat mother-loving TGIFrid@ys). i got a thank you email from them with FAR TOO MANY emoticons, and i know that any is too many, but this was worse because two of the emoticons were animatedly GETTING MARRIED at the bottom of the page.
of the party, there were two younger women who were associates with the company and a little less frumpy and deep-fried than the others. one of them shot me a consoling look when we were all asked to join hands for a blessing before tucking into our turkey sandwiches at a lunch meeting. i sidled up to her while waiting for the elevator later and said, do you think they'd freak out if we booked a gay wedding? "oh, none of that!" she said. "they will have none of that!"
sigh. they were mostly nice people--awfully provincial, but in a sort of sweet way, until i heard about the homophobia. i should probably ask the owners themselves before condemning them as haters, but i'm afraid to hear them say it out loud. i'll start shaking and stammering and blushing and try to say something worthwhile but instead come off like a discredit to the cause. and then i'll have to either quit or live with not quitting, and imagine the pity face they'd make if they knew i wasn't the straightest arrow in the box.
queer america, i may have sold you out for a camera.
these people have "hired" me to be a wedding photographer with their company--quotation marks because there won't be any photographing or getting paid unless they actually book some weddings here. in the meantime, however, they're outfitting me with a digital SLR i could never afford and allowing me to do anything with it i want. they're a successful studio from col0rado, and want to expand their business--why into new york, of all places, i don't know. i guess if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere. they were here over the holiday weekend for the bridal show (hereafter, "BS").
oh, man.
apart from the unabashed inanity of the BS, there was me sheparding around a group of midwesterners, tipping the cabbies they left underpaid, explaining why we should not rent a car, doing the hailing, drawing on the maps, picking the restaurants (because you cannot go to new york and eat mother-loving TGIFrid@ys). i got a thank you email from them with FAR TOO MANY emoticons, and i know that any is too many, but this was worse because two of the emoticons were animatedly GETTING MARRIED at the bottom of the page.
of the party, there were two younger women who were associates with the company and a little less frumpy and deep-fried than the others. one of them shot me a consoling look when we were all asked to join hands for a blessing before tucking into our turkey sandwiches at a lunch meeting. i sidled up to her while waiting for the elevator later and said, do you think they'd freak out if we booked a gay wedding? "oh, none of that!" she said. "they will have none of that!"
sigh. they were mostly nice people--awfully provincial, but in a sort of sweet way, until i heard about the homophobia. i should probably ask the owners themselves before condemning them as haters, but i'm afraid to hear them say it out loud. i'll start shaking and stammering and blushing and try to say something worthwhile but instead come off like a discredit to the cause. and then i'll have to either quit or live with not quitting, and imagine the pity face they'd make if they knew i wasn't the straightest arrow in the box.
queer america, i may have sold you out for a camera.
