My friend Henrik Nordstrom (amazing photographer) suggested I check out a blog by Zac Arias (another amazing photographer) for a relaxed critique of other people’s work. It’s a fabulous site with information and lots of conversation between fellow snappers. Most importantly though, his blog made me realize (maybe) I need to be a bit more honest in my blogging.
I’ve written a journal since the age of 9, but the thought of logging my thoughts for the rest of the world to see is utterly frightening. I am, however, going to give it a try; rather than pretend my life as a photographer is a glamorous journey of creative achievement. The truth is, I feel frustrated, despondent, alone and like I will never ever be good enough.
Something keeps me pushing along though.
If I don’t have photography, what do I have? If I don’t have my creative outlet - my passion - what’s the point?
This week I am temping at an ad agency in Canary Wharf. As a PA. It’s soul destroying. The banking environment makes me want to slit my wrists. I feel like I’m stuck in some sort of mind numbing hell. But I have to do it. How else will I pay the bills? My paid photography work is few and far between.
But last week something good happened. I signed a contract with NME as a photographer. It’s a glimmer of hope. It’s what I’ve wanted. And although I haven’t had my first assignment yet, I’m waiting in anticipation. I’ll be as nervous as anything, I know, but it’s my dream.
I will post a photo for every day that I am in the land of the mundane.

