April 12, 2006

“Are you a photographer?”

Someone asked me that question Monday night at the Willy Porter show at The Attic.

Me: No. But I play one.
Nice cashier: I think I walked into one of your shots earlier. I’m sorry.
Me: Oh. No. Don’t worry about it. It’s OK.
Nice cashier: You know, we show local artists here, if you ever want to get your photographs out in the public. Here’s the contact number for the person who handles all the art. (Hands me a business card.)
Me: (stunned) Oh! I’m not good or anything! Really, I don’t know what I’m doing.
Nice cashier: Nah. I’ll bet you’re a good photographer. All the great ones think they’re not. I’ll bet you’re awesome. And if you’re taking shots of performers here, we should show them!
Me: No. Seriously, I’m not that good.
Nice cashier: Yeah. Yeah. You must be really good.

Her impression had nothing to do with my talents, and was based purely on circumstantial evidence.

keep reading “Are you a photographer?”