I certainly enjoy photographing the cupcake more than I enjoy eating it. Perhaps that’s the secret to a good diet.
If an experience can’t be immortalized through photo, is it really worth having?
There is an ongoing power play between the desire to consume and my bank account.
I spend money on nails, makeup, blowouts, and high heels simply to crystalize the image of an experience that never really occurred.
I am easily intimidated by beautiful women. Or skinny women. Or women with blue eyes. Or women with confidence.
I am perpetually looking out for a rendezvous that will put an end to all of this madness.
Sometimes I don’t even want to go to the party, I only go so that I can deify myself for Instagram.
There is a constant ache in my belly and in my sternum that drives me to photograph and to SAVE everything. Is this what it means to be a millennial?