November 18, 2009
Memoria fotográfica
A week without writing anything! Oh, how much I miss you all. But I've been invited to Loverbooking along with the other girls from Las Meriendas de Wendy and I've been sewing like crazy for a couple of weeks, with no time for anything. Even so, today Sarto and Garance were coming to Madrid and an opportunity like that couldn't be wasted; I had to go see them.
The thing is, some days are just not your day and everything went wrong. Mountains of work, a pattern that goes awry, I run out of sequined tulle (tragedy), I don't have a car to go to Las Rozas, I don't have time to eat... as a result, I arrive late to the book signing, exactly half an hour late. Just in time for the security guard to tell me that there was absolutely no one left.
No one? It can't be! After all the trouble I went through to get here. And what about my speech? Because I had prepared a little speech for Scott, in which I was going to tell him that I started the blog shamelessly copying him, but then things evolved and look at all the good things that are happening to me. And that if I connected the dots backwards, as Steve Jobs says, all the good things that are happening to me now were, in a way, thanks to him. That his work and Garance's inspire many of us daily. And then he would be so moved that he would ask me to be his assistant... no! he would ask me to be his successor and would offer to teach me all the secrets of photography. I could visualize it all perfectly... until I met the security guard.
So I dragged my feet through the stores until suddenly, in a corner, I see a small door ajar... I peek in and what do I see? SCOTT AND GARANCE!!! together, almost alone, no queues, no crowds, them, 2 short meters away. How? Okay, this is my chance, my speech, how do I start? something dramatic, something powerful, something like...
GARANCE points at me: I KNOW YOU!!
Me: ...how?..
Garance: Yes, I know you (she approaches)
Me: No, it can't be, you can't possibly remember we met once in Paris
Garance: Yes, I remember
Me: Yes, I'm the crazy one who gave you a bullfighter-shaped fridge magnet
Garance: Of course I remember
Me: Okay, now you've really impressed me, back then I had a terrible haircut, I looked totally different from now and I really hoped you had forgotten the detail of the bullfighter magnet
Well, at this precise moment is when I have to confess something about when I met Garance (how does that sound, good?)... I gave her a bullfighter-shaped fridge magnet, one of those with a hole in the head to put your own photo... why? please don't ask... I don't know, because I do those things and I thought that since she's a photographer she would find it funny and would have many photos to put and... please stop.
Of course, my impressive speech had vanished from my head, I could only look at Garance and understand that in this life she could only be a photographer, otherwise that supernatural photographic memory would have been wasted. Hey, wait, but Scott was there too!! Hello Scott... my speech... wait, okay I'll just blurt it out, but I assure you it didn't sound half as good as in my head, but at least I could tell him the most important thing of all... THANK YOU!
I chatted with them for a while and loved them. And they love each other, they laugh, they tease each other and they kiss in front of everyone... that's love. Of course, I told them I loved them. At one point Scott asked his assistant if they were ready to leave and the guy told him no, not without taking a picture of me with them. Dear assistant, I want you to know that I love you too, from the bottom of my heart.
So we started getting ready for the photo and I asked them if they minded if I jumped on them... no, okay, do it. Hey, no, better yet, let's pretend I'm a stalker and you have to run away... oh, okay, come on. Oh, better if we pretend you want to take a picture of me and I won't let you, okay?... oh, how good, okay. Gee, you can't be so cute, let's leave it, I just want to hug you and love you and give you love, love, let the love show (I felt like Michael Jackson in This is it, projecting love to everyone)
So here are the photos. Do you think I care if my braces show? Do you think it bothers me that my eyes are popping out of my face like Elmo's? No, dears, because in the photo we look like good old friends and I am full of love. L-O-V-E.
And you think that's where it ends... NO! Before I left I asked them to lay hands on my camera and they did. So now my camera is blessed and has the combined power of Garance and Scott!! Oh gods! I can't imagine how the next photos are going to turn out.
All my love,
La Condesa Schuman Doré
The thing is, some days are just not your day and everything went wrong. Mountains of work, a pattern that goes awry, I run out of sequined tulle (tragedy), I don't have a car to go to Las Rozas, I don't have time to eat... as a result, I arrive late to the book signing, exactly half an hour late. Just in time for the security guard to tell me that there was absolutely no one left.
No one? It can't be! After all the trouble I went through to get here. And what about my speech? Because I had prepared a little speech for Scott, in which I was going to tell him that I started the blog shamelessly copying him, but then things evolved and look at all the good things that are happening to me. And that if I connected the dots backwards, as Steve Jobs says, all the good things that are happening to me now were, in a way, thanks to him. That his work and Garance's inspire many of us daily. And then he would be so moved that he would ask me to be his assistant... no! he would ask me to be his successor and would offer to teach me all the secrets of photography. I could visualize it all perfectly... until I met the security guard.
So I dragged my feet through the stores until suddenly, in a corner, I see a small door ajar... I peek in and what do I see? SCOTT AND GARANCE!!! together, almost alone, no queues, no crowds, them, 2 short meters away. How? Okay, this is my chance, my speech, how do I start? something dramatic, something powerful, something like...
GARANCE points at me: I KNOW YOU!!
Me: ...how?..
Garance: Yes, I know you (she approaches)
Me: No, it can't be, you can't possibly remember we met once in Paris
Garance: Yes, I remember
Me: Yes, I'm the crazy one who gave you a bullfighter-shaped fridge magnet
Garance: Of course I remember
Me: Okay, now you've really impressed me, back then I had a terrible haircut, I looked totally different from now and I really hoped you had forgotten the detail of the bullfighter magnet
Well, at this precise moment is when I have to confess something about when I met Garance (how does that sound, good?)... I gave her a bullfighter-shaped fridge magnet, one of those with a hole in the head to put your own photo... why? please don't ask... I don't know, because I do those things and I thought that since she's a photographer she would find it funny and would have many photos to put and... please stop.
Of course, my impressive speech had vanished from my head, I could only look at Garance and understand that in this life she could only be a photographer, otherwise that supernatural photographic memory would have been wasted. Hey, wait, but Scott was there too!! Hello Scott... my speech... wait, okay I'll just blurt it out, but I assure you it didn't sound half as good as in my head, but at least I could tell him the most important thing of all... THANK YOU!
I chatted with them for a while and loved them. And they love each other, they laugh, they tease each other and they kiss in front of everyone... that's love. Of course, I told them I loved them. At one point Scott asked his assistant if they were ready to leave and the guy told him no, not without taking a picture of me with them. Dear assistant, I want you to know that I love you too, from the bottom of my heart.
So we started getting ready for the photo and I asked them if they minded if I jumped on them... no, okay, do it. Hey, no, better yet, let's pretend I'm a stalker and you have to run away... oh, okay, come on. Oh, better if we pretend you want to take a picture of me and I won't let you, okay?... oh, how good, okay. Gee, you can't be so cute, let's leave it, I just want to hug you and love you and give you love, love, let the love show (I felt like Michael Jackson in This is it, projecting love to everyone)
So here are the photos. Do you think I care if my braces show? Do you think it bothers me that my eyes are popping out of my face like Elmo's? No, dears, because in the photo we look like good old friends and I am full of love. L-O-V-E.
And you think that's where it ends... NO! Before I left I asked them to lay hands on my camera and they did. So now my camera is blessed and has the combined power of Garance and Scott!! Oh gods! I can't imagine how the next photos are going to turn out.
All my love,
La Condesa Schuman Doré
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A week without posting! Oh my! that just doesn't feel right, I miss you guys but you see I've been invited to Loverbooking as a young designer and I've been sewing like MAD for the last couple of weeks. But today Sarto and Garance were coming to Madrid, so long wanting for this to happen...I just had to go.
And I did but somedays are simply not your day and everything went wrong. One of the patterns was giving me headaches, I run out of tulle with paillettes (tragedy), I didn't have a car to go to las Rozas, I had no to time to eat, too much work at the office...so I arrived late to the book signing, exactly half an hour late, and there was no one there. I asked a security man and he told me everyone was gone gone gone for good.
I felt devastated, noooo, I lied to my boss, I stole a car, I drove half an hour...damn!!! What about my little speech? Because I had a prepared a speech for Sarto in which I was going to tell him I started this blog inspired by him and now look at all the great things that are happening to me, and that I loved him and Garance, and that if I connect the dots backwards as Steve Jobs says...it turns out that all the good things that are happening to me now are in a way thanks to him. That his job and Garance's inspire many os us. And then of course he would be so touched he would inmediately asked me to be his new assistant...no! actually his successor and would offer to teach me all the secrets of photography. I was clearly visualising all of it happening...when the security guy told me they were gone...
I was so sad I had to do something to feel better...so I went shopping for something to heal my pain. I was at a shopping mall, what else could I do? I started dragging my feet around the place when I saw a little door somewhere. I stuck my head out of the door and what do I see?...SCOTT AND GARANCE!! There, almost alone, 2 meters away, without queues, without crowds...just them!! What? Ok, it's my turn my speech, where is it? how do I start? Ok something dramatic, something powerful, make a statement...say...
Garance points at me: I KNOW YOU!!
Me: ...what?..
Garance: Yes, I know you
Me: No, you're kidding me, you can't remember we met in Paris
Garance: Yes I do
Me: Well, yes...I'm the girl who gave you the freaky magnet for the fridge
Garance: Yes of course I remember
Me: OK, now you really impressed me, I had a terrible haircut then, I looked completely different from now and I had really hoped you had forgotten about the bullfighter magnet I gave you
OK, at this very moment I have to explain to you that when I first met Garance (how great does that sounds?) I gave her a bullfighter magnet as a present...why?...please don't ask...I just...thought it would be funny because it had a whole to place your own picture as a head and since she is a photographer I thought she would have many funny pictures to...please stop me
The thing is that my allmighty powerful speech was gone, I could only look at Garance thinking she could only be a photographer in this life because otherwise that supernatural photographic memory would have been lost. Uh! and there was Scott...arghh my speech...Ok I say it, it definetely sounds much much worse than in my head but at least I could say the most important of it all...THANK YOU FOR INSPIRING US IN AN HONEST AND UPRIGHT WAY!
I got to talk to them for a little and loved them. Plus they love each other, they laugh, they make fun of each other and they kiss in front of other people...that's love. And I also told them I loved them of course. At some point Scott asked if they were ready to leave and his assistant told him, "No, I first have to take a picture of the two of you with her". Her being me...so dearest assistant (assistants always look cool so he had to be one right?) let me tell you I love you, I do. From the bottom of my heart straight to your...I love you.
And I did but somedays are simply not your day and everything went wrong. One of the patterns was giving me headaches, I run out of tulle with paillettes (tragedy), I didn't have a car to go to las Rozas, I had no to time to eat, too much work at the office...so I arrived late to the book signing, exactly half an hour late, and there was no one there. I asked a security man and he told me everyone was gone gone gone for good.
I felt devastated, noooo, I lied to my boss, I stole a car, I drove half an hour...damn!!! What about my little speech? Because I had a prepared a speech for Sarto in which I was going to tell him I started this blog inspired by him and now look at all the great things that are happening to me, and that I loved him and Garance, and that if I connect the dots backwards as Steve Jobs says...it turns out that all the good things that are happening to me now are in a way thanks to him. That his job and Garance's inspire many os us. And then of course he would be so touched he would inmediately asked me to be his new assistant...no! actually his successor and would offer to teach me all the secrets of photography. I was clearly visualising all of it happening...when the security guy told me they were gone...
I was so sad I had to do something to feel better...so I went shopping for something to heal my pain. I was at a shopping mall, what else could I do? I started dragging my feet around the place when I saw a little door somewhere. I stuck my head out of the door and what do I see?...SCOTT AND GARANCE!! There, almost alone, 2 meters away, without queues, without crowds...just them!! What? Ok, it's my turn my speech, where is it? how do I start? Ok something dramatic, something powerful, make a statement...say...
Garance points at me: I KNOW YOU!!
Me: ...what?..
Garance: Yes, I know you
Me: No, you're kidding me, you can't remember we met in Paris
Garance: Yes I do
Me: Well, yes...I'm the girl who gave you the freaky magnet for the fridge
Garance: Yes of course I remember
Me: OK, now you really impressed me, I had a terrible haircut then, I looked completely different from now and I had really hoped you had forgotten about the bullfighter magnet I gave you
OK, at this very moment I have to explain to you that when I first met Garance (how great does that sounds?) I gave her a bullfighter magnet as a present...why?...please don't ask...I just...thought it would be funny because it had a whole to place your own picture as a head and since she is a photographer I thought she would have many funny pictures to...please stop me
The thing is that my allmighty powerful speech was gone, I could only look at Garance thinking she could only be a photographer in this life because otherwise that supernatural photographic memory would have been lost. Uh! and there was Scott...arghh my speech...Ok I say it, it definetely sounds much much worse than in my head but at least I could say the most important of it all...THANK YOU FOR INSPIRING US IN AN HONEST AND UPRIGHT WAY!
I got to talk to them for a little and loved them. Plus they love each other, they laugh, they make fun of each other and they kiss in front of other people...that's love. And I also told them I loved them of course. At some point Scott asked if they were ready to leave and his assistant told him, "No, I first have to take a picture of the two of you with her". Her being me...so dearest assistant (assistants always look cool so he had to be one right?) let me tell you I love you, I do. From the bottom of my heart straight to your...I love you.
I asked them, do you mind if we get the picture while I'm jumping at you? no, that's allright. Oh wait wait, what if I look like I'm stalking you? yeah, fine. Oh and if I...if I...oh you're too nice, I just want to hugh you and love you, all my love, all of it (I felt like Michael Jackson in This is it). Ok, let's do it.
So here are the pictures. You see my face? That is the face of utter happyness and love. Do you think I care you see my brackets? Do you think I'm worried you seeing my eyes coming out like Elmo's? No dears, because we look like good old pals and I am full of love. L-O-V-E. Love
You think this is it? NO! before I left I asked them to do a hand imposition over my camera and they did. So now my camera has been blessed and has the power of Garance and Scott TOGETHER! Can't imagine how the next pictures are going to look like
All my love,
La Condesa Schuman Doré