I attended a red carpet event hosted by MTV in the Chicago suburbs a month ago. The highlight of the night was the appearance of the stars that made the musical American Mall. They showed up fashionably late for the movie premier at the Sears Center in Hoffman Estates and after making the red carpet shots I needed I turned and photographed the paparazzo’s swarming the place. One of which almost knocked me out with his elbow and I think he was so enthused with his subject matter he started saying “Yeah baby, now turn the other way so I can see that sexy outfit”, there were 8 year-old girls waiting behind the rope for autographs. That’s what separates me from these money chasers. All he was thinking about was cha-ching! I mean these actors were no-names who made a musical about a mall. Yeah a mall, which should have been a play, and this brain, makes them into a reincarnation of Angelina Jolie or something. The other one pinned my foot down while he composed a shot, then snarled at me as I tried to release it from captivity and believe it he never apologized. I guess field courtesy has escaped his pony-tailed brain. Someone should teach him how to hold the barrel of the camera properly. The third guy just mimicked the gestures of all the other photographers. Thanks for giving my love a bad name. Photographers are seen in some negative light these days. Sometimes I cannot escape feeling like a vulture. I probably feel that way because I’m trying to record life and history in the making while these fools are running around chasing a dream. Let them be because I'm chasing my own dream too.
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Like when people come into my office and see my big fancy computer, then have the capacity to let me know they are thinking about getting one as well so they can design things and edit videos. Mind you this is a ooooober corporate vessel with no real aspirations but instant gratification and chasing that label whore. Whats this free ticket shit about?
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