I'm a lot of things. I've had this blog for nearly two years, and some are clear: I'm sarcastic, into decorating, I like to bake, I like music and television, and I love babies. But there are things people don't know, I suppose. My blood type, my address, what I do for a living.
I went to photography school. Artsy, I suppose, but commercial. Product, fashion, interiors, portraiture. When I graduated, I had the same high hopes as the other 40 people who finished with me: We were gonna be photographers.
(A dog named Moose who snuck into my test shot, 2001)
I made the big move to Toronto and prepared to . . . . I don't know. Open my own studio? Work freelance for all kinds of amazing fashion magazines? I did do stuff. I shot a few weddings (awful) and dozens of headshots (ugh, actors!) but I soon realized that I didn't feel passionately enough to put in the work required to be a photographer: Self promotion, pavement pounding, bridal conventions, dog portraits: Blah.
(My beloved great-grandma, 2002)
(A beautiful girl whose head I shot, 2005)
So, like most of my former classmates I worked in retail and at Starbucks, in box offices around town, and soon I got my first real job at a big time talent agency. I answered the phones and made copies and survived the abuse of three miserable agents who epitomized everything we know about their kind. After 18 months I left to take a job opening a brand new performing arts centre (mostly classical theatre) and thus began my actual career path.
After spending three-and-a-half years there, I left in May to open another. I'm the House Manager of an 1100-seat concert hall. I take care of the staff and the patrons who attend our performances. I hired 75 Ushers and we opened our doors in September. So far so good. The hours suit me (I'm a nighthawk who likes to sleep-in) and I love to host a party. I get paid to host a party!
(It should be said, I don't really consider my work as the defining characteristic of who I am. I consider work an interruption of my real life, for the most part, so it's important that I sincerely love it.)
Perhaps one day I'll photograph the building (because it's beautiful), but for now I'll maintain a bit of mystery/non-stalker-rape.