a little time has passed since the last post I wrote ... I was 31 years and today, instead I take to write that I'm 32. nothing has changed. only that someone wrote to me, passion, and left me speechless. Thank you very much. I know who you are and respect your privacy. but know that you often find yourself in words I write in this diary. sometimes professional, sometimes creative, and often personal.
not so easy today to be a photographer by trade. seems a profession so fascinating, but it is also so complex and difficult. pros and cons. compromise and satisfaction. difficulties and joys. I would say creativity and art directors, photo editors, art directors, agents and crisis generale.non forget the ignorance and arrogance. A façade often envious of a colleague in the B-side that shows fierce dishonest. unfortunately is a bit 'so in all the fields in reality, and this is one of the reasons why the world of photography sometimes appears for what it is: nothing special. this is to say that photography itself has no any kind of value behind it if no way a person thinks. a heart that beats really. a lively and curious eye.
a kiss to my colleagues, even those who do not deserve it. I forgive you. not your fault.
and finally, a passion I say a little thing ... the ladybugs can fly.
goodnight ...
