Photo shoot

Uncle Steve

A few weeks ago my uncle took my request to make me gazpacho for my Mom's birthday (which was delicious, but perhaps not the first thing my mum wanted).  So I took his request to take some handsome, head shots of him.  As well as his request to look trustworthy and not like a cranky old man.  How did I do?

PS: You should take a look at his website- sbkillion.com. He's one of the smartest people I know. 

Things I Learned From My Internship, Part Five (or Stop Crying on the Inside and Do Something about It)

Things I Learned From My Internship, Part Five (or Stop Crying on the Inside and Do Something about It)  Do not be shy about communicating what you would like to learn and work on.  Obviously, do not bring it up at inopportune times, but do not sit in a corner doing whatever your coworkers give you and crying on the inside. If you do that then you will not learn all of the things you want to learn.

I learned this fact the hard way.  I did not push hard enough for working in the studio and I only had time to be in the studio once, on my last day, with an awesome location shoot off in the future. Granted I did speak out about wanting to go on shoots, but my coworkers were entirely too awesome and they wanted me to go on a cool shoot (the location shoot in the future) not just an everyday product shoot, which I do appreciate immensely.

It is possible, however; that had I spoken up about wanting to be on photo shoots before I had been at Martha a month, I would have gotten to go on an awesome location shoot (I'm pretty sure they do not pay for interns to take trips across country though).

Lesson Learned.

I would also like everyone to actually stop crying on the inside and do something to fix whatever they are crying over.  I mean it. It makes everyone's life better, even yours.  I, for one, am going to try to employ it more often (cause I know sometimes I can be a bit of a pansy).

In other news, I had an awesome weekend with my cousin. We explored Hell's Kitchen as well as East Midtown (which is a ton of walking). We also tried out a restaurant for brunch, and then came back five hours later for happy hour. It was just that good. This is the restaurant, Little Town NYC:

Proof we were there:

In fact, going back this week with my mum for oysters (and probably beer, maybe). WOOT.