Apologies for slacking on Blond Voyage… we were on strike for a few days… bloggers will be rollin’ in one after the other and you will soon learn why the gang has been MIA… you won’t wanna miss it. These Marfan syndrome (abnormally long digits… opposite of cloven hooves i.e. “Nightmare Before Christmas” appendages- Google it) fingers are click’clackin’ as fast as possible!
Digital Italy has official commenced… it’s nice to carry around a 17 inch darkroom everywhere I go. Though it is somewhat unfortunate that the art of photo developing has dwindled because it truly is a magical process- the element of surprise that awaits on photo paper and water is like finding out if you got that scholarship or job… little caterpillars rolled up in cocoons itching to become bootiful buttaflies. (That took on a sick Survivor cuisine twist.. just go with it.) Even though I love the creative process, I have more of an instant gratification personality, so being able to download 500 shitty photos and Photoshop the life out of them to become Ansel Adams-worthy is great… just kidding, every picture I take is A.A.-worthy- I’m THAT good.
“Conga’” gave us a morning full of tutorials on our Mac-Daddies and de-stupefied those of us who are technologically handicapped. Being a part of the “Slash Generation” has some serious advantages… I am a designer/skier/metalsmith/writer/photographer/sister/climber/bitch. Nowadays you have to wear several different hats to make it in this industry… Lord knows I love my hats. 4 hours of photo editing and computer skillz, we broke for lunch… yummy salad full of peppers, tommies, fennel and carrots, spaghetti carbonara (tastes like breakfast pasta- eggs and bacon with noodles) and of course my 87th blood orange. Our afternoon class was SLR 101… I am IN love with my Canon Rebel. The difference in picture taking I’ve experienced is night and day… literally, because you can actually tell if it is night or day. There is a plethora of information to absorb concerning photography, and “Conga’” is a great mentor since he professionally photographs and writes for several car magazines. You just squeeze him and information pours out… lucky to have him on the this trip.
After sitting in front of my Mac for 7 hours today, my eyes were ready to pop out of my head and my pancake ass needed some activity (get your mind out of the gutter), so I ran up to Corciano, through town and back in the dark. It got pretty interesting running through a quiet, foreign little town, down and around hills, using my IPod as a flashlight, praying potholes would get outa’ my way. I managed to keep my ankles un-rolled and up until a bunny rabbit jumped out from behind a bush, startling the snot outa’ me, just as I reached the villa gardens, forcing me to jump and slip on wet rocks. Not only am I a designer/skier/metalsmith/writer/photographer/sister/climber/bitch, but I’m graceful as a rhino in a baby crib to boot. Dinner consisted of penne with pesto and an antipasta plate with caprese salad, proschuetto and cheese. I’ve had more starch in the last week than a Korean Dry Cleaner goes through in a year. 2 blood oranges for dessert, passing on some cakey-moussey-chocolatey-Little Debby looking bunt… Not only am I a designer/skier/metalsmith/writer/photographer/sister/climber/bitch/ungracefulKlutz, I’m an active pursuant of Professional Orange Peelers of Umbria. More Tomorry! Chika-chika-chow-chow…
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