life is good

so it turns out i started tonight (friday night)- not monday. they called and had me cover some
car racing show. it was cool to have press passes and unlike the states (where i take
photos for the music company sometimes), a press pass here means that i could pretty much
just hop on one of the cars. no boundaries. 

i’m back to my state of intimidation. and as for the laidback atmosphere - it is, but there are deadlines. like, the driver will pick you up and drive you to this place - have pictures of it for me in the office by 10pm. and
surprise, you’re working this weekend. i like it though. not so proud of my first shots,
but they were decent, and i can take more on the closing day on sunday. also, while i was
there i got to go in the vip section (and basically wherever else..) and some
photographer for an auto magazine took all these photos of me. he had me pose and put my
hand against my face in a very arabic way and all this stuff. from what i think he said,
and from what i saw him doing, he was just taking pictures of young girls near cars. i am
proud to have been selected to participate in what is sure to be an extremely
intellectual and important article. ‘young girls hold hand to face and look coy around
fast cars’ - the start of a new career perhaps?

alright well i’m exhausted. perpetually. today was a really good day. oh - i have
business cards. contacts or ppl that i may interview, etc. - i ask them for their
business card and then hand one right back. ‘hi i’m stephanie preston from the daily
star’. i feel like i’m pretending to be a ‘grown-up’ with a real job and real clothes and
business cards. i feel like i’m pretending to be a photojournalist. but i like it. and
once i get into it i pretend it really well.

alright i’m out for real this time.