Now that was bound to happen. I thought it would happen a bit later, but there it is. Three months is already nice, isn’t it?
I didn’t quite know what I was getting into with this calendar idea. Actually, I did: I knew very well I could fail, but I didn’t expect the reason for it would be that. Not that it’s hard to make one picture per month (even I can commit myself to that). Not that it’s hard to make a calendar picture per month (which multiplies the difficulty ten-fold, because you have to frame the model from head to toe, and it has to have some kind of meaning, and fit in the wallpaper format, etc., what a pain). But because I had decided to take pictures of bloggers. People who spend their time controlling their image, and only exist in seduction (and choosing to specialize in gay bloggers certainly didn’t help), posing naked? Right.
So there we are: rather than spending another fortnight convincing another blogger to take off his clothes, then strike a pose, then accept the publication of the best picture (and you know how bad I am at compromise and negociations), there won’t be an April 2004. Nor a May, June, etc.
I would offer to hand the project to someone else, but it’s a bit late for April, and that’s just as well. This has been too troublesome, I’m actually rather glad it stops. Even that early.
Besides, completing an endeavor? Me? That would ruin my public image.
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