I returned from camp on Saturday, enjoyed some Thai food and a few drinks, and began resting for the next adventure: I’m flying to California the day after tomorrow! I’m being sponsored to shoot a friend’s wedding. Flying me out and putting me up, they claimed, was cheaper than hiring a local photographer. It’s my second working vacation in two weeks, but who I am to turn down free tickets to the San Francisco Bay? Not a damn fool, that’s who.
In my precious few days at home, I’ve finished sewing a killer dress for the wedding, ordered a backup camera battery and five spare SD cards ($19.99 on Amazon!), and fretted magnificently about navigating the airport by myself. I arrive in San Fran at 1 am Friday morning, and I’ll have to keep track of hundreds of dollars worth of camera equipment while my body thinks it’s the crack of dawn. Anyone want to come chaperone me? I’m taking applications.
Dress: ’50s vintage, via Sartorial Matters
Brooch: vintage, via flea market
Everything else: thrifted