Last week was not particularly creatively productive or eventful for me.
I mostly ran errands and attempted to finish some current Lomo projects while drinking lots of coffee on the side. I also spent a lot of time daydreaming about leaving LA and moving to another city, which is now more than ever an internal struggle for me because even if I have always been a wanderer, it seems very hard for me now to imagine living somewhere else – but that’s an entirely different story that I want to save for another time.
Aside from that beach photo shoot I did with my cousin, who I haven’t seen for more than a year now because she lives in San Diego and has a rather hectic schedule that includes early morning skating practices SEVEN days a week, that turned out pretty darn well (check it out here), I didn’t really do any worth sharing.
So, I haven’t got anything for you this week. I visited a few vinyl stores around the East Side to look for some hard-to-find records and I stopped by the Sun Thrift Store, featured here by my friend herbert-4, where I found a perfectly working mini Sewing Machine, a toy camera, and two tennis rackets all for under $20. Other than that, I’ve got nothing. No interesting anecdotes, no gripping epiphanies. Even my photos for this article are boring! I’ve got nothing but the mundane and I refuse to bore you with the details of it.
It makes me feel…I don’t know, like a failure for having nothing to offer you this week. Here’s a writer who’s got absolutely nothing to say — while that might not alter world history, it’s still mortifying. And it makes me feel really really anxious. If you know me at all, you’ll know that a REALLY BAD week is better for me than a dull one. I guess I am too high-strung for my own good.
But life is, after all, a wheel and good things are coming; good exciting things. I have a few photo projects lined up, some film swaps with very talented Lomographers, and new articles for the month of March. And in two weeks, I will be heading up to Seattle where I’ll get to meet the super artistic tracyvmoore and hopefully some members of the Seattle Lomo Adventure Club.
So- my dry spell won’t last very long. I take comfort in that fact. Besides, I’m old enough now to realize that the back and forth between the mundane and the extraordinary is man’s everlasting struggle and there were probably a few million people on Earth who had a week as ordinary as mine.
All photographs, except for the beach shot, were taken in LA by Michelle Rae. She lives, breathes, and haunts in the City of Angeles.