Aunt Ruthie’s Perfume © Emily Shur, 2008
No, I’m not talking about perfume. I’m talking about actual obsessions that one might have. For instance, I took the above picture about a week and a half ago on my most recent trip to New Jersey to continue my project. I had taken this picture once before, but with my Mamiya 7. I liked the image on my contact sheet, but I knew that I could get in done in a better way. I had a whole plan of action for my next visit. 4×5, tripod, long exposure, etc. I thought about this image for a while. It has been almost a year since I took the original medium format version. I like the final product, but after all that build up, it’s hard to be content with anything. Sigh, I always have this problem.
My new buddy, The Niner
Another recent obsession of mine was acquiring a Canon G9, pictured above. I had a shoot in Las Vegas this past weekend that required some nighttime, documentary work. I had about 3 cameras with me already, but I just had to have that G9. I went to a camera store. They didn’t have it. We made some calls and found it at a Best Buy (yeah, Best Buy, so what?!). I was so excited. I’ve wanted that camera for a while, and the fact that two of my closest and most respected friends, Matt and Hank have one, just made it all the more desirable. So, I bought one. It was 500 bucks – 12 Megapixels, shoots RAW, and it’s tiny. I really like it, mostly because it reminds me of a clunky film point and shoot. It’s cool to just throw in your bag or wear around your neck. Back in the day, I had an everyday buddy - the Nikon 35Ti – that is until some asshole broke into my assistant’s car on a shoot in Spanish Harlem in 2001 and stole all of my gear. Jerks.
OK so this whole post has been gearing up to an obsession that puts all of mine to shame: the husband’s obsession with his Vespa, pictured above. I mentioned the scooter briefly yesterday. After he read my post, he said “You didn’t even put a picture of my scooter up?” So, here you go world – feast your eyes on the most exquisite piece of scooter ass ever to be ridden around the greater Los Angeles area. You try to be a good wife, and then some hot little orange number comes along and steals your man. Not cool…not cool at all.