bri . 19 years old / denver . colorado
friday. so many people were so excited that it was friday. i find it quite odd actually. and a little bit sad. i don't know where i got it from or how i came to cultivate it, but i have a complete lack of interest in the "regular". i never want to look forward to a friday. i think it is silly. one of the things that is so exciting about this project is that there is no difference in the days. monday, sunday, thursday... whatever. i am interested in people. no matter the day.
i ran out of work to look for a stranger and was gone for 13 minutes. i didn't plan on being gone for so little time. actually, i was hoping to have a bit of time away from the café, but so be it. i spotted bri walking towards me and decided to ask her to be today's stranger. she hesitated. she thought it was weird. she probably assumed i was a nasty dude. what do i say? if someone has already made up their mind... what is there to say?
i am not a nasty dude. i am just a guy who thinks that a little more knowledge about the people we encounter every day would make make the world a more peaceful place. i want to meet people. i want to learn. i want to know. i want to say hi, but i happen to have a notebook and a camera. that's all. i promise.
bri is a first year student at metro, a college in downtown denver. she is studying sculpture. she had a high school art teacher who was a huge inspiration and that is why she is pursuing her passion. she said she hopes she doesn't have to starve in the process, but she wants sculpting to work out for her. i responded with my version of an inspirational speech, but it didn't seem to have much of an impact. i've been out of photography school for 4.5 years. this is when people quit, right? well... not me. why quit? times get tough and life gets very uncomfortable, but that seems to be what separate the wheat from the chaff. i don't feel like i chose this, but rather it chose me.
thanks for your time, bri. i hope you stick to sculpting if it is what you think you were meant to pursue.
friday. so many people were so excited that it was friday. i find it quite odd actually. and a little bit sad. i don't know where i got it from or how i came to cultivate it, but i have a complete lack of interest in the "regular". i never want to look forward to a friday. i think it is silly. one of the things that is so exciting about this project is that there is no difference in the days. monday, sunday, thursday... whatever. i am interested in people. no matter the day.
i ran out of work to look for a stranger and was gone for 13 minutes. i didn't plan on being gone for so little time. actually, i was hoping to have a bit of time away from the café, but so be it. i spotted bri walking towards me and decided to ask her to be today's stranger. she hesitated. she thought it was weird. she probably assumed i was a nasty dude. what do i say? if someone has already made up their mind... what is there to say?
i am not a nasty dude. i am just a guy who thinks that a little more knowledge about the people we encounter every day would make make the world a more peaceful place. i want to meet people. i want to learn. i want to know. i want to say hi, but i happen to have a notebook and a camera. that's all. i promise.
bri is a first year student at metro, a college in downtown denver. she is studying sculpture. she had a high school art teacher who was a huge inspiration and that is why she is pursuing her passion. she said she hopes she doesn't have to starve in the process, but she wants sculpting to work out for her. i responded with my version of an inspirational speech, but it didn't seem to have much of an impact. i've been out of photography school for 4.5 years. this is when people quit, right? well... not me. why quit? times get tough and life gets very uncomfortable, but that seems to be what separate the wheat from the chaff. i don't feel like i chose this, but rather it chose me.
thanks for your time, bri. i hope you stick to sculpting if it is what you think you were meant to pursue.
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