Dews (sniff)

Hab been thick ad it's been a bad week. In person I look like a trainwreck but at least on the internet no one can hear you sucking back snot.

Went for my 2nd studio lighting class last evening and had a great time... until we were each hauled up one by one to sit under the lights as living breathing cringing mannequins. 11 students and 1 teacher watched as I struggled to get a good perch on the high stool, then got every pore on my face lit up by front lights, spotlights, backlights, accent lights and then a huge softbox right on top. In the middle of all the excitement and the lighting frenzy, my shoe slipped off a dangling foot and fell a long long way to the floor. Then the teacher asked me to sit up straight and for a second I couldn't remember if I was 6 or 21 years old.

Next week, we will have a real live model in tight skimpy clothes prancing around on the same spot. By the looks of the selected shots from the previous class, our model picker likes them tall, Chinese and a little bit slutty looking. This should go down well in a class of 10 men and 2 women.

Have received a number of enquiries from well-meaning guy friends who, according to them, are also interested in pursuing knowledge in photography. Except that by "knowledge in photography" I actually mean "knowledge of the model's phone number and firsthand knowledge of her underwear size".

Also found out rather belatedly that I bought my 2nd hand Nikon from A Rather Famous Man. Like, the Anna Wintour of Singapore. Found out today whilst leafing through Her World. Could they have featured more photographs of him. I think not. For a really famous person, he is really nice, and this is even before my cheque cleared.