I recently shot a wedding, and it occurred to me that it was the first time people weren’t sneering down their noses at me. It could be that I’ve grown phenomenally better looking since the last one. Or it could be that it’s the first wedding I’ve shot since I graduated from college mid this year. And that I have a “proper” day job. Apparently that helps a lot, because it gives me a supposed air of adultness and you-can-take-me-seriously-ness.
Though I haven’t changed, obviously, since mid this year. If anything, waking at a regimented hour zips me straight back to secondary school days, instead of the pretend-independence of a university student who has a “choice” whether to attend classes or not. (Failing, nonetheless, not an option still.)
Or that it means that I’m earning “my own” money now. Ha ha ha. If anything, I’m living even more shamelessly off my parents now, scrounging for pity handouts and meal tickets, because of my low income, making my previously already low allowance seem like a Rockerfeller Grant.
Nonetheless, it was a really enjoyable wedding to shoot. It was the first time I managed to make decent and even fun conversation with the videographer (the previous ones having sniffed at my student-status and were unwilling to soil their credibility by associating with me) who I want to seriously ask to pair up with for wedding packages.
On a related note, I just picked up some photos I had done for a nude photoshoot from Fotohub over at Beach Road. Yes, nude. I don’t do these as frequently as, say weddings, but it’s still not easy to pick the prints up. Blame it on Asian conservative values, if you must.
When I arrived at the shop, I immediately assumed a shifty, dodgy pose, leaning over the counter, surreptitiously handing the order sheet to the girl at the counter, pretend-smile on my face. As per their robotic training, the first thing they do upon returning the envelope with processed pictures to you is to stuff their hands in and yank out the bunch of photos. She was too quick for me to deliver a timely warning.
As soon as she yanked them out, she shoved them right back in again, all whilst maintaining a nonchalant poker face. Well played. Likewise, I maintained my poker face while I did all I could not to tear them away from her paws.
A quick, pointless and most stealthy glance through the stack (making sure that no one was looking over my shoulder) is performed immediately, after which, I smile and make payment, boldly if not defiantly handing over my membership card and reading my name out to her.
HAH. Take that, shame. But seriously, it’s always hard to do.
