I've been feeling like it's maybe time to grow my hair out again, but before I do, I decided to go as short as I think I'd ever care to... and the timing works out well with my
impending trip to Portland to shoot Doomsday Knits. So I went to see our brilliant friend David at
his salon in Ann Arbor and had him razor the shit out of my hair, apocalypse-y style! (As much as I enjoy
cutting my own hair, I don't trust myself to go too much shorter than shoulder length on my own.)
I wanted something that I could sleek-out for the cybery chapter, and then scruff up for everything else. I think this fits the bill. I'm still sort of learning out to style it (I tried curling it the other day- see below- it was rather Betty Boopish) but I liked it immediately and it's only grown on me since then (badumching!) I might end up maintaining it a little longer before I grow it out, actually. We'll see.
In other news, I finally retired my old Nikon D70 and treated myself to
something a little newer. It's not necessarily fancier, but I kind of fell in love with
Vivian's and decided to be a big ole copycat. It took a solid day of manual-reading to facilitate my camp switch (I'm a traitor, I know) and I'm definitely still getting the hang of it, but so far I'm pleased with my decision. I also shelled for a slightly wider angle lens so that I can actually fit things inside the frame when I'm indoors (I love my 50mm/f1.8, and I did re-buy it for this camera too, but you have to stand REALLY far away to get more than a few feet of space in the shot.)
And of course, the dogs were willing test subjects.
Pro-tip, clean the eye goop off your dog's face before taking their portrait. Also I think Rupert might have a lazy eye. Hmm. One dog with a lazy eye and one with an underbite. I sure do pick the pretty ones.
(That composition is terrible but the unnecessary shameface is pretty good. "....Why are you pointing that robot eye at me? What did I do? Aw shit.")
