photography: September 2007 Archives

I've been approached by at least five different people who have offered to pay me real American dollars for photography sessions. I always tell them that the idea of paying me to take photos is preposterous because, honestly, I don't think I'm that good.

However, I think it's time to build something of a "portfolio." I have more than enough photographs to make an ample-sized one. Perhaps then I'll consider the idea of being paid for this. Hey, at least it'll help me pay for a nice wide-angle.

This is my next project. Coming soon.

[Update] I've uploaded 42 photographs to Flickr and I plan to upload about 10-20 more later on. I am disappointed with the way they turned out, personally.

I was coerced into photographing Bluffstock--that's Duquesne's yearly fall concert--for the school newspaper last night. I can honestly say it's the worst show I've ever seen.

  When the first act started I was reluctant to take many photos. The band only had three members, who were spread all over the stage, and there were about fifteen people in the audience. I managed to snap a few, but as you can tell, there wasn't much energy. They get points for effort, though; they didn't exactly suck.

The second act--enigmatically titled DnR Music--was probably my favorite because (a) they had stage presence, (b) their music probably sucked the least, and (c) the lead singer was hot. This, however, is negated by the fact that they were a bunch of high-school emo kids. At this point the crowd started filling up with shaggy-haired rockstar wannabes and their teenybopper counterparts.

The third act was pretty bad. I didn't get their name, and I didn't take very many photographs of them because they were forced from the stage after about three songs. Apparently they had moved around some expensive equipment that belonged to the headliners. So much for that.

But nothing, nothing, could prepare me for the utterly abysmal suckitude of the headlining act--"Cute Is What We Aim For." These guys were the biggest fucking assholes I've ever seen on a stage--even worse than the dicks who opened for Mastodon earlier this year. The lead singer's pretentious aura of self-entitlement, coupled with their brand of music that has been used, and used, and used, and used over again for the past seven years, was only made worse by the hundreds of screaming college teenybopper bitches who were wetting their G-strings and leggings at the sight of his chiseled, stoned-out face. This band is a true symbol of why I hate my generation. They sounded like every other washed-up unoriginal emolicious punk garage piece of shit rock band that has preceded it, and their members quipped about fucking your mother and asking audience members to leave the field (I don't know why). Incidentally they will be touring with Fall Out Boy later on.

(Above: massive douchebags)

Fortunately I was still able to do my job, and shot about 250 frames, about half of which will be on Flickr shortly. As I was unable to get very close to the stage in fear of being trampled by the mob of post-adolescent mallrat delinquents, I don't know if I was able to grab a shot of the headlining act that is front page-worthy, but then again my standards happen to be higher than those of the people around me.