A few weeks ago I received an Email from a photographer: ‘I have to know, Christina. Why didn’t you ever rep me?’ OMG. This poor photographer had been hanging onto my ‘rejection’ for 10 years. Holy moly. Admittedly his dog had just died, he was having a few stiff drinks and he was feeling VERY
It’s that funny old week between Christmas and the new year. In Auckland everyone is on holiday although summer is being obnoxiously evasive, dammit. Oh hang on, here it is. Oh and it’s gone again…. Wherever you are, if you’re a photographer and thinking about 2017, you might want some reading material. (For, you know,
When my son was little, he would constantly ask with wide-eyed worry, “What’s going to happen next?” If we were travelling or doing things together as a family, the question was particularly unappeasable. At Christmas he couldn’t bear to leave presents unwrapped under the tree…the idea of surprise and ‘not knowing’ was far too stressful. By Christmas
Have I mentioned that I’m a Virgo? For what it’s worth, this means that I am finickity about presentation in general. Grammar, design, colours, you name it. Oh, and all the neatly ordered jars in my pantry are labelled, much to my family’s amusement. I studied graphic design back in the early Eighties, and whilst
Apologies for the absence of recent posts. I’ve been trying to find words to explain the feeling of selling my ‘baby’ of 16 years, and the first photographer’s agency in New Zealand, The Collective Force. Not that I’m sad- I am over the moon that the business will continue with a new lease of life.
It’s a Saturday morning and an appropriate time to be thinking about this topic. You’re sitting with your friends drinking your flat white at a cafe, discussing everything from kids to dogs to work and the universe. Life is good. Someone mentions a quandary they or a sister in law or their lifelong business partner
Traveling to different countries has taught me that just because everyone is speaking English doesn’t mean that they are actually saying the same thing. I just returned from a holiday in Fiji. Over there, when they say ‘we’re leaving in five minutes’, that could mean anything from half an hour, to five hours, to tomorrow.