This Is Why Your Photos Are Late
I need a system. My home in Adalara is slowly filling up with memory sticks from nights out shooting photos. They’re everywhere. On tables, near the bed, in places that suggest I had plans for them that I never quite followed through on.
The idea is always the same. I get ready for a party, grab my camera, go out, have a great night, take photos. Then I come home and promise myself that tomorrow morning I’ll make a proper latte, sit down, go through everything, curate, edit, and post it all neatly onto this fabulous blog you’re currently reading.
That’s the idea.
The reality is that I get home, kick my heels into a corner, drink whatever I can find, avoid mirrors as if they’re stalking me, and collapse into bed after wrestling myself out of my dress. With varying degrees of success. The next morning, the latte never stands a chance.
Instead, I’m on the phone with my guy, who shows up shortly after with either something white or something small and colorful. At that point, I’m not particularly selective. I just need to get back to a version of myself that can function. About an hour later, when I’m almost there and finally considering that latte, my phone starts going off. Invites. Plans. “Are you coming tonight?” Which is when the real crisis hits.
I have nothing to wear.
This is, obviously, unthinkable. The mental crisis gets resolved assisted with another line of white or a conveniently timed pill, after which I either disappear into my closet or take the car and head out to fix the problem properly. A few hours later, I’m ready. Perfectly on time. Uber, entrance, compliments, music, people telling me I look incredible, which I accept as fact because at that point it usually is. And then the night happens again. Sometimes with drinks. Sometimes with substances. Sometimes with men, which, if we’re being honest, can be just as destabilizing.
And somewhere in between all of that, there are photos. Good ones. From nights like VICE, where everything just clicked. So if those pictures show up here a few days late, just know it’s not a lack of interest. It’s a scheduling issue.
My life is hard. I just happen to look very good while it’s happening.
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This post is not sponsored or paid for in any way. I was also not blackmailed or tortured to write it.
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