Cross Season
Chelsea. February 2010.
While I was taking pictures of the mask I posted before, my sister came with me to walk the dog. She's the not-so-willing model of mine who would only pose when I promise her something that sounds like Coffee Bean Hot Vanilla or some obscure cute item she's eyeing. Ha ha. Brainy kid. Somehow, I wonder what goes on her head right now. And it is kind of making me anxious that she's already graduating from elementary school. Makes me feel old already. Ha ha.
I just passed my resume to a publishing empire who prefers males for photographer-interns. And I am feeling... scared. Or nervous. Or maybe I'm afraid of rejection. I'm crossing all fingers now, yikes. Even my toes (if that's possible).
And now, back to advertising research design. ~_~