Today’s soundtrack: if you hear any noise, it’s just me and the boys
Today at 4:02pm: wearing out my shoes



I like taking pictures like this--

--because I’m not trying to capture the building, I’m trying to capture the light. Though technically I can’t. Like when they search for viruses in people; they can’t see the virus, so they look for the antibodies. The presence of antibodies indicates the presence of the virus. And for me, light doesn’t exist without a city building to bounce it off of.

I took that picture a couple weeks ago (and no, it’s not photoshopped) but today I was snapping flicks in Central Park. Everyone’s talking about The Gates. More people have said “Gates” this week than during the Microsoft antitrust trial.

Central Park has been wrapped by Christo and his wife. I did a shittily inadequate job of shooting it but I won’t apologize, because I am an amateur photographer. And being an amateur is like being in love, it means never having to say you’re sorry.

I had to be in the studio for a (professional’s) shoot today, so by the time I made it up to the Park the light was already gone. I knew the photos would come out all muddy but I took ‘em anyway. It’s so aggravating when you compose a shot you’re happy with but the light just isn’t there. A professional could cope with it, I suppose. I can’t cope.

Here’s the map of the whole thing, from the Times:

In other news I’ve had a headache for four days straight. I think I have a brain aneurysm. There’s this pressure in my head and it feels like if I move too fast it will explode.

Anyways here are a few pictures of The Gates:

I’ll put better ones up if I can return sometime before they take it down. It’s only up for sixteen days. This project cost $21 million dollars and it has a shelf life shorter than frozen lasagna.

My head is going to burst. They’re going to find me dead at my desk, the police and my landlord will break the door down.