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Whoaa, I haven't wrote anything round here in ages! Mostly because I've been procrastinating in other networks. I live in a world where ridiculous don't feel like it. No one notices it, like it's normal. That makes me lose the sense of normal. That just makes me nuts! I had my first "squeezing a knot" injury in weeks, I was happy at first, but then it questioned my identity as a surgeon. I'm also feeling shitty about my art, it's not about the camera, nor about the subjects. It's like my imagination is repressed by all the negative stuff. I need to either do something about all of this, or let it kill me. Whereas, I'm willing to continue su

Here's some stuff about wedding photography via !gnato (https://www.deviantart.com/gnato)'s blog ^^ : "Every photographer has friends, even normal people have friends.  And there is always this  day when they come to you or call you and say: "Hello! i have some unbelievably beautiful nice wonderful and so on news for you…", and they are not joking  they feel really like this… and than "I  want to invite you to some special event"  after this words there are no more surprises for you, you know it'll be the wedding, however than they say "I've heard you have a good digicam, and you make some nice pictures, we have no photographer for our wedding, would you li

"...Elle comprenait tous ces gens qui ne se comprenaient pas entre eux, et dont les malentendus retombaient sur elle..." Memoirs of a "not that dutiful" daughter for the epoch! Miss Simone de Beauvoir influenced and influences by Sartre! The bourgeois feminist girl tells the evolution of her thought in a delicious powdered-pink novel half Marie Antoinette, half Eugénie Grandet! I was in a bus dripping with disgusting rai-music and histrionic girls not dutiful at all when I came to the last pages of the book, so I forbade myself to end it then, I stopped reading and I kept the best for the last. I'm happy I did, 'cause I wouldn't hav