I’m so glad I can’t see that I’m bow legged from the front. I only see it in videos and it’s disgusting. But anyway…
Today I had my first photo shoot with Make It Happen. Although I’m still waiting on the beautiful photos from John Richards, I can still tell about the day. I’m still indecisive if I would work with that team again for it was a test shoot. Which allows models, make-up artists, and who ever else involved to build up their portfolio. Since I’ve been looking for different ways to advertise myself I thought this as a perfect opportunity. Here I talk more about that. The studio we worked in was really nice but the photographer; John Richards who owned it was amazing. I’m not a photographer but I wanted to ask him one million questions because that’s just how cool and down to earth he was. Disgustingly it was taking me a bit to adjust to the fast talking New Yorkers in the room which I can doing nothing about for now. It’s not like I haven’t lived there all my life and it didn’t actually take time for me to fit in. But when they spoke I found myself asking, why are they speaking so fast. Can you slow down please. For someone who is not a native that’s fine and expected of but for me it’s very sad and frustrating. I have adjusted a bit too much subconsciously to this place called home. It’s pretty apparent that they are not very light on their feet and they tend to think slower then most. And not in comparison to N.Y, that’s just unfair. But for Philly as it’s on entity it is very slow I also mean in all entireties of the city. Even if I exclude the fact that it’s 10-25 years behind the people still take time when it comes to registering things that should be second or first nature.
For example when it comes to driving they are very very inconsiderate and unaware (and they just don’t care) about others on the road with them. They block one way streets, they fail to read signs that say ‘turn on red’. And when it comes to signaling, stopping, or anything that can result in an accident if not done, they don’t do. I like to stress the fact that it’s not based on race, age, or neighborhoods. It is simply the mentality that I have summed up, observed, and concluded from facts. This is more then my opinion. I have adapted a tad too much to this and for that I am suffering the consequences. I’m not use to upbeat personalities, bold and assertive natures. I’m not sure how I’m dealing with people being so comfortable so fast because I adapted to the long drawn out process it takes for a Philadelphian to get use to the fact that I said “Hello”. It’s been two years so I have an excuse. I’m looking forward to being me again, for the past two years I learned the hard way that no one here likes affection, it’s almost forbidden. I might just get the evil eye from an old women if I dare help her with her groceries. Smiling, joking, being courteous is unheard of. Obviously no one taught them about communication skills and how not to be awkward. They don’t know that your not suppose to stare after 5 minutes, no one taught them to look away or smile. At the photo shoot the hair stylist would smile at me every time I glanced over and accidentally caught eye contact. I found myself thinking why is she smiling, what I may have forgotten is that’s what you do subconsciously when you come across an awkward glance or look. I mean I am the smile queen, my mouth and teeth are showing 95% of my day how dare I question her home training. Just goes to show how ‘decent’ Philly is.
But I’m sure once I find my way back on the streets of Brooklyn it’ll all be wiped away with a strong and jubilant welcome back that I’ll get from my fellow New Yorkers. My next photo shoot won’t be as confusing and awkward (for me). I will have more to say about the shoot and not it won’t be a bunch of ramblings on why Philly is Philly.
For photos and more details from the shoot, check out Wrappedinbows/Features
