ceremonies to celebrate the winners of important photography prizes STILL depress me.

tonight, i was at the ceremony for the kodak critics prize. as far as i know, it’s given to french young talented photographers to help them promote their work. that and the 7500 bucks for the winner. :eek:
it seems like there was one winner, two special « we love your work but you’ll get peanuts » prizes and three « your portfolio was cool but not good enough, thanks for playing with us, you won a kodak 200iso film ».
yeah, well, i know, i wouldn’t spit on any of the mentions if i was to participate in such a prize.

so why the evening was so bad ?

i saw again the stupid moron i was in training course with. he was the studio employee while i was the trainee. the thing is, he’s an awful untalented photographer and he still works in a studio making packshots of bottles of water and peas cans while « waiting for something better. »
his words.
« what better can YOU expect ?? » i almost said.
– nice, i said instead.
– what about you ? he asked, with his obnoxious patronizing tone which i’ve spent six weeks perfecting my hate against.
i HAD to make it bigger. class 1 lie. omission.
– making concert and bands pictures. getting published.
understand : « making concert pictures once every month, getting published at the same rhythm, not being paid. »
but that was a cool omission anyway. plus, he didn’t ask further, because he’s so egotistical that he can’t show any interest in other people. yet i know it would have pleased him greatly if i’d said that i was cashier in a shop. the little asshole !

it lead me to think that it’s bad enough to have to see talented people waiting for something better, so it kills me to hear untalented stupid guys saying that something better will come to them, eventually, if they wait and make shit for long enough. well, i just want to say to them, you just wait that the talented people get something better, and then maybe, there will be some left for you.
okay, maybe i’m not that mean, and also, maybe talented people’s better isn’t the same that untalented people’s. so yeah, let’s let everybody WAIT for something better. and miss it, because we never know when we do actually have the better. once we’ll get it, we won’t be able to recognize it, and we’ll still want something better. always.
my point being, don’t wait for the better, but learn to recognize it and make it, day after day. and maybe someday, we can turn back and watch behind us, and think wow, this is WAY better than a few months ago.

are hopes and dreams so present in human nature that we can’t stop hoping, just to have a clear and realistic look at what we already have ?
are hopes and dreams the only motivations that we have to bear to live in the life that we partially create ourselves ? i say partially, because we’re not the masters of everything in our lives, although, i’m not really sure of that.
but anyway, an example. i have this idea, this hope, for this summer. something big. something that maybe, could help me getting really started. i’ve talked about it to some trustworthy persons. some told me « go for it, it’s great, it may really work ! », one told me « huh, you SURE you could sell it, get your investment back ? you sure you have a potential demand for that ? you sure you won’t have done it for nothing ?? »
but OF COURSE i’m not sure, duh !
i just need to hope desperately that first, i can make it, and second, that i won’t end up with more debts than i already have.

hmmm…and now i can’t remember why ceremonies to give their prizes to talented young photographers depress me.

ah, yeah, i remember, actually. it’s because i’m here, stuck on my chair writing on a stupid journal, while i should be somewhere else, anywhere else, making tons of pictures and trying to get a bit better, making my photography a bit better, and stop waiting and hoping that it will eventually, in a snap of fingers. or shutter. whatever.

j’ai bien peur que ce blog ne soit en train de devenir une immense private joke.
enfin, chacun voit midi ? sa porte…et l’herbe est toujours plus verte quand on la fume chez soi…ou bonne pour les goujats, au choix…

donc, dans l’esprit private joke, voil? des citations-message persos, dont je ne r?v?lerai pas ici les destinataires, sinon, c’est pas dr?le (mais la plupart sont des lecteurs fid?les :D)
– « vous pourriez, ch?re peluche, au moins nous faire un petit pouic-pouic ?.. »
– mise en orbite r?ussie de l’autre c?t? de l’atlantique – stop- attendons instructions pour faire avancer la recherche scientifique par internet – stop.
– promis, je te ram?ne une casquette-?lan du canada quand j’irais.
– « voil? : la lune est-elle une banane et dans ce cas, o? se trouve l’?pluchure ? »
– « je suis r?solumment heureuse, laissez moi dans mon ignorance. »
– « la dialectique peut-elle casser des briques ?  »
– « nom d’un chien, quel beau trou. superbe et merveilleux ! »

« c’est votre cinqui?me as de pique »
« ? dix, je casse tout ! »

:D

when we were die-hard fans of k’s choice, my friends and i used to be silly, in a 32 – or more – degree fan attitude, and we said a lot that you get the fans that you deserve. as we noticed quite often, stupid bands mostly had dumb fans, good bands had great fans, k’s choice had among the best and worse fans, and the indigo girls weren’t counting, as far as we were concerned. :D

now, we’re not fans of k’s choice anymore. we’re still silly, though, and we still think that you get the fans that you deserve.

maybe that’s why i had such a big ego boost – as big as i was actually touched – when i first got some « fan mail » – not including solicited opinions and the people i knew beforehand of course.
it went from « i think you’re one of the future great french photographers » (yeah ! that’s what i think, too, how amazing ! :D) to « your work is so inpiring ! » (wow, errr…really ?), with the basic « you’ve got talent. », which is always nice.
so thinking that you get the « fan » mail that you deserve was damn good for my self-esteem, even if it sounds very pretentious to say so. but hey, we’re all humans.

today, i got another « fan mail ». i won’t write it down anywhere in here, first because it would be really mean, and because laugh attacks when you’re eating a pizza aren’t such a good thing for your health and i wouldn’t want to inflict you anything like this.

just know that now, when i think that you get the « fans » – admirers, whatever – that you deserve, i’m seriously considering quitting photography…:|

i’m also seriously wondering what the hell i’m going to answer…

des fois, il suffit de revoir des photos pour retomber amoureuse, comme ?a, pouf, comme au premier jour. le m?me sentiment, intact m?me apr?s tout ce temps. l’impression de replonger.

non, vraiment, je n’aurai pas d? m’acheter ce bouquin de photos sur New York.

:D