b r e a t h e r

This is a first. 

Silence

is amazing...

...just as amazing and weird as Rochester's pink, rainy sky.

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Breakables

Gray areas were the topics of the day.

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Reporter 9-24-2010 { Katborg }

Check it out here! Or if you're in anywhere in the Rochester area, pick it up (:

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Clusters of Cherries on Top

My night is made with two of my images as covers for mags.

NextStepU.

Reporter.

...oh wait, it just got better!

Thanks Jo!

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The Start of a PSA

Believe it or not.

For my dear friend, Caitlin.

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Sunday Morning Diners

Contemplating how many tomatoes sacrificed their lives for his appetite.

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Hydration?

Hangover.

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Reporter 9-17-2010, 9-10, 9-3

Office Space spoof. All thanks to Caitlin!

I don't know where to begin with this one :|

My fave because I got to work with Valval (:

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Bzzzzzzz zip

(preview)

 

Oh hi studio. So we're having this affair again.

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Crashdays and Cancels

I feel the pain.

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Models Bail, Friends Save

Because of my spacey-ness and lack of speed for solving troubleshoots, Kirsten and Joanna patiently waited for me to kind of get things together. Thanks sooooo much guys <3  

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Driven

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You Gonna Be My Bug

Back to the studio.

It was that riding-a-bike-after-50-years feeling. You never really forget how to do it after you hit your first oopsie.

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Guess What I Learned in Class

When using the film tripod, figure out the nobs.

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Stripes & Bitter Opinions

I don't even know where to begin with this post. A number of things have been bobbing in my soupy brain, making it hard to complete one thought when another idea surfaces. I'm just going to stream my thoughts with minimum amount of censoring if that's okay?

Thirty-three more weeks until I have to say goodbye to college. Shit. Did these years really go by that quickly? Did I really change that much? If I can remember my little freshmen self correctly, cut throat and competitive wouldn't be the words to describe me. Sure, I've always had that prima-ballerina attitude tucked away under my tongue, but it wouldn't be long 'til it decided to reveal itself again with the help of ridiculous situations and appalling people. I declare war against anyone that assumes that I can't do the job when I'm pushing for it...and just about every person that thinks that they can just push me over, expecting me to just rock back and forth in fear.
I realize that part of my fear for not getting a job is because of paranoia. Female. Short. Exactly. Yes I am 5"2 (my doctor keeps telling me I'm 5"1...liar), a couple of inches above being a legal midget, but please don't be fooled. I can lift more than your errand boy/assistant can. Guaranfuckingteed. Some editors apparently just hire males with cool, exotic sounding names that are there to sexualize every walking thing with legs. I understand the obvious appeal of it and what could possibly draw the audience, but seriously? It's just about time that system was broken. I earned some of my stripes fair and square, and I would like to be given that chance to show them off.

^bitterJoimelon.

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Foreign and Blind

Why am I doing this again?

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One of the Bugs at the Jar

...after Jo dropped me off.

New peeps.

Monkeys, pocket knives, books, cocktails, dancing, wet dance floor

...oh and creepy, relentless macro boy.

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I Love Jenny.

Skping, Face Time, and a Bag of Lays.

I love using an overload of technology with my cousin.

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