Sophie’s birthday brunch, a week after the fact. In which I didn’t get a good picture of my girlfriend. And with these, I’m back to being two months behind. On the good news list, I’ve got my storage box up and running. So things should have some regularity here from now on (says the guy who’s moving cross country in five weeks).
After the photo booth and the rest of the party, Sophie and I cabbed it to a friend’s house for another party, filled with people in costume (If you noticed katie was in a Data costume in the last post, that’s why). This party was nuts. The devil himself was doing palm and tarot readings, there were 500 jello shots to start the evening, a couple of dudes dressed as a left and right boob, a fire pit, a haunted walk, an open bar, and a lot of other madness. In other words, one hell of a night.
So, the weekend after I got back into town, my friend “Tim”:http://timpromptu.com was having his birthday party… I won’t mention his ages, just that it was incremented to an even decade. I did a photo booth type thing, without the walls or curtain. The decoration is all Katie’s doing… basically I either stood there and hit the button, or used the intervalometer, or sometimes had Sophie take pictures; it was very improvisational. On-camera flash was used; there’s something a little crisp and glaring you need for a proper photo-booth shot. I’d have used a ring light if I had one. Very fun night, and doesn’t my lady look punk rock?
This is the last of the Barcelona photos, finally… there was one more day in the city, but it was mostly filled with goodbyes and collecting all the souvenirs I’d bought, all the things scattered throughout the apartment, and getting to the airport. It was a really good trip. These are actually of a little seacoast town about 50km south of barcelona, called Sitges. Not a bad little place. Nice beaches (not the best in the world, but whatevs, I wasn’t there to swim). good food, cheap accomos. Would Sitges again.
These are sort of more street photos, I’m realizing, but I was setting out to document something specific. Tourists are sort of weird. I mean, I totally was one, too. But You could tell tourists from natives at a glance. Not just the cameras or the different-than-local fashion, but the way they move and cluster. They pose for photos, they’re always a little tired and seem a little put-upon. Everything about them says “I’m not at home here.”
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