creatively disconnected

Apologies for being so quiet the past several days. I've been feeling out of sorts, uninspired and creatively dead. I couldn't even come up with entertaining conversation. That is so not like me.

A friend told me it's probably the psychological/emotional drop from being so insanely busy. He's probably right.

It may also be due to realizing that after busting ass for several months, I have nothing to really show for it. The cost of everything shot up so high, and several of my photography clients have come to me saying their "cash flow" sucks, so now my bank account is more strapped than before I went thru the madness. The last one that called me on monday to complain about "cash flow" got this response: "Yes, I know exactly what you mean because your cash flow problem is giving me a cash flow problem." Asshat. I left that last part off. I would like to get paid someday. ~sigh~

i did do a pretty cool drawing... it was more an exercise than anything truly creative though.

Showing my Ass... no really... SHOWING MY ASS!

Last night I had another photoshoot - a three hour event in a location with two floors, packed with hundreds and hundreds (and freaking hundreds) of people. It's always a grueling shoot, trying to get the necessary photos for the client in a finite amount of time... and it's always HOT - racing around with my photo-assistant scrambling behind me. To help with the heat factor I decided to dress in a gauzy floor-length gypsy skirt and camisole to help keep me cool.

Toward the end of the evening I let my assistant go since I was nearly done and the poor darling was exhausted from chasing me all over the place. I got on the escalator to ride it down to the first floor to catch a few more photos of the bands down there and... the back of my skirt got sucked into the escalator step. It yanked the back of my skirt down past my ass, baring my butt to everyone. Why oh why did i wear a thong last night instead of good girl panties? >_<

I ripped the skirt free and hauled the elastic waist back up over my ass, juggling my camera and camera bag and yelling very unlady-like words. Something akin to M**ther-F**king-Sh*t-Son of a B*tch! Yeah... those were the words as I recall. Nicely professional.

The lady on the escalator behind me was laughing and said "If I'd had my cellphone camera out I could have made a fortune with that shot!"

Bitch.

Ruined a perfectly good skirt too. ~sulking~

Note to self: do not wear long skirts on photoshoots.

And burn my thongs.