nick . 24 years old / denver . colorado
guess what?! my boss asked me if i might like to leave a little early today. i swallowed my pride and admitted that i would appreciate that. she arranged for one of the life-saving stylists to come over and cover for me for the rest of the evening. not entirely comfortable with the idea, but quickly adjusting to it, i clocked out, locked my helmet to my bicycle, threw my camera bag over my shoulder and headed down the street, straight into the setting sun.
i walked an entire half of one block before i saw a young man walk by. he was guiding his bike along the narrow sidewalk. it was a nice bike and was probably what caught my eye first. his eyes were in heavy competition, though - so bright! then, of course, his hair was pretty appealing. basically, this guy just had stranger number 543 written all over him.
i told him what i was up to and he coolly told me that he was up for it, but he was going to be working on his bike while i chatted him up. i figured he might warm up to me after a minute, so i pressed on. i opened the top of my bag and pulled out my business card. i use photographs as my business cards - 3.5x5 photos with a quarter inch white border. matte finish. i use photos that i have taken with disposable and otherwise malfunctioning film cameras. i am usually so confined to shooting "correctly" that it is difficult for me to do anything too adventurous or arty, so i use those cameras because they take a lot of the control out of it. the photo i gave nick happened to be one of my favorites. i tell myself that people keep them. i don't go as far as to think that they stick them on their refrigerators, but i imagine them sticking it in an old shoe box with letters from former lovers and some cd's that they just cant bear to throw out, but they aren't entirely comfortably displaying.
i asked nick if he worked at the pizza place. he told me he worked there "very off and on". i told him i knew a few of his co-workers because they get coffees from me. he told me he liked the job because the owners don't really care how the job gets done as long as it gets done. customer service is not an issue. timeliness is not an issue. it's not quite the same over at my place, but in all fairness, this pizza place is known for those characteristics and they are what makes it charming.
nick was born and raised in denver. he said that he likes it, but explained that he likes to travel at every opportunity. he has been traveling back and forth from los angeles for the last few years, but is now looking for some new territory. nick said he has been outside of the country many times, but he now wants to see the states. he doesn't see much point in staying in one place when the world is so big. i share those sentiments.
nick had a flat tire, which is a super drag for anyone who likes to pedal, so i let him get to it. he seemed like a pretty cool dude. like the kind of guy that likes to have a super good time. thanks for spending a little of that time with me today, nick.
guess what?! my boss asked me if i might like to leave a little early today. i swallowed my pride and admitted that i would appreciate that. she arranged for one of the life-saving stylists to come over and cover for me for the rest of the evening. not entirely comfortable with the idea, but quickly adjusting to it, i clocked out, locked my helmet to my bicycle, threw my camera bag over my shoulder and headed down the street, straight into the setting sun.
i walked an entire half of one block before i saw a young man walk by. he was guiding his bike along the narrow sidewalk. it was a nice bike and was probably what caught my eye first. his eyes were in heavy competition, though - so bright! then, of course, his hair was pretty appealing. basically, this guy just had stranger number 543 written all over him.
i told him what i was up to and he coolly told me that he was up for it, but he was going to be working on his bike while i chatted him up. i figured he might warm up to me after a minute, so i pressed on. i opened the top of my bag and pulled out my business card. i use photographs as my business cards - 3.5x5 photos with a quarter inch white border. matte finish. i use photos that i have taken with disposable and otherwise malfunctioning film cameras. i am usually so confined to shooting "correctly" that it is difficult for me to do anything too adventurous or arty, so i use those cameras because they take a lot of the control out of it. the photo i gave nick happened to be one of my favorites. i tell myself that people keep them. i don't go as far as to think that they stick them on their refrigerators, but i imagine them sticking it in an old shoe box with letters from former lovers and some cd's that they just cant bear to throw out, but they aren't entirely comfortably displaying.
i asked nick if he worked at the pizza place. he told me he worked there "very off and on". i told him i knew a few of his co-workers because they get coffees from me. he told me he liked the job because the owners don't really care how the job gets done as long as it gets done. customer service is not an issue. timeliness is not an issue. it's not quite the same over at my place, but in all fairness, this pizza place is known for those characteristics and they are what makes it charming.
nick was born and raised in denver. he said that he likes it, but explained that he likes to travel at every opportunity. he has been traveling back and forth from los angeles for the last few years, but is now looking for some new territory. nick said he has been outside of the country many times, but he now wants to see the states. he doesn't see much point in staying in one place when the world is so big. i share those sentiments.
nick had a flat tire, which is a super drag for anyone who likes to pedal, so i let him get to it. he seemed like a pretty cool dude. like the kind of guy that likes to have a super good time. thanks for spending a little of that time with me today, nick.
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