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Had to attend an event today for one of my clients, a 25th anniversary event honoring someone in the organization.
That meant the place was packed to the rafters with friends and family members.
Two of the members of the "entourage" had still and video cameras. The still camera guy had an SLR with a huge flash. That meant that I spent much of the event timing my shots so that when his fucking flash went off and flooded the room it didn't screw up my shot.
At one point he was standing in front of me and backed up, without looking, and I had both hands on my tripod and took one off and put it on him and said
"EXCUSE ME..."
He turned around, didn't say a word, and gave me what is commonly described as a "shit-eating grin."
I said "PLEASE."
Later, he stood directly in front of me again, and a member of the family saw me, and saw him, and told him to move. This time, he turned around long enough to make eye contact with me and slithered away, expressionless.
There were two women seated next to me, witnessing the fracas (other people got in my face, too, but this guy was the worst).
One of them said "It looks like there is no code of professional courtesy among photographers."
I said "Amen."
I love what I do, and I love creativity...music, writing, art, photography...
...but "artist" is no measure of a man or woman.
Sometimes it's simply a code word for "fucking ASSHOLE."
That is all.
:eyes:
:rant:
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