"Chiba. Yeah. See, Molly’s been Chiba, too.’ And she showed me her hands, fingers slightly spread…Ten blades snicked straight out from their recesses beneath her nails, each one a narrow, double-edged scalpel in pale blue steel"
While Molly’s hand razors aren’t yet available, there’s plenty of...
I miss the 2000s because there were so many fashion trends and moments when it was encouraged to look like a hot-ass mess. The Instagram age is this weird era of control and perfection and “eyebrows on fleek” blah blah like I miss when everyone walked around with last night’s eyeliner still on while wearing 25 stupid accessories at once dressed like you slept in trash or whatever.
LOGITECH HANDHELD SCANNER that is a dustbuster and we all know it (bc a true cyberpunk employs Tricky Misdirection Countermeasures) aside from that, this is, legit
I’ve always been inspired by photographers like Liam Wong, Noealz, and Steve Roe who became famous for doing cyberpunk and street photography in Japan and South Korea. I wanted to see if I could capture Taiwan in the same way…
However unlike them I’ve never been able to gain much of a following for my work
—let alone sell any prints or make money. I don’t know if it’s because my work just simply isn’t that good, or I haven’t made the right connections with the right people… or a bit of both.
I know I have a terrible attitude and am horrible at making/maintaining friendships. In fact many people have accused me of being either a sociopath or on the spectrum. Maybe I’m both? I don’t know…
But the way I see it is that I’d just rather not deal with people. Why should the beauty and value of my work have to be tied to and artificially inflated by whatever relationship or connection I’ve made? Why do I have to play the stupid game of others when all I want to do is shoot, edit, repeat?
In response people often tell me to, “Just shoot for fun, or quit crying and figure out a way to turn your photograpahy into a successful business.”
Perhaps they’re right. Or perhaps not. Maybe if I just fully embrace who I am instead of trying to compromise to meet the expectations of society then things will work out.
Or maybe I’ll be forced to face the harsh reality that my failure to conform, adapt, and improve will result in me being a complete failure who must now fade into the great abyss and join the mass graveyard of failed artists no one ever heard of.
I guess the results of this ad will be a good indicator of what’s to come…