Photogspotting
Choose skepticism. Choose distrust. Choose no friends.
Choose a camera with a fucking big lens, the size of large
caliber weapons, old cars, high end scanners and DVD writers.
Choose no sleep, high caffeine and backstabber’s insurance.
Choose a studio. Choose blue jeans and wonder if you should get
combat boots. Choose seamless paper for the studio in a range
of fucking colors. Choose no love. Choose Photoshop and wonder
why you’re airbrushing on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting in that
chair and looking with mind-numbing spirit-crushing exasperation
at people using ‘difference clouds’ for a background and claiming
the layout took them 8 hours to finish. Choose rotting away at the
end of it all, pishing your last on some miserable critique, nothing
more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up losers spawned to
make Ansel Adams turn in his grave.
Choose your future.
Choose Photogspotting.