My job is weird. It’s stuck in this ambiguous space between art and service. I take pictures of people having fun.
Recently, during an annual music festival held in Toronto, a colleague and I were deciding which shows to hit up for the night as part of our coverage. Our main criteria for the shows at night was first and foremost good music.
For daytime shows it was another ball game. My colleague turned to me during our deliberations and flatly said, “We’ll go to this instead. It has free beer. If we’re breaking any plans with people, they’ll understand. Beer is like currency in our world.”
Reflecting upon this fills be me instantly with sadness and anticipation in equal measures. It’s true; it’s pathetic. It’s my life and like a child eating that candy that makes your tummy ache and your teeth scream I continue to dive in, hands stretched out in front of me.