That fucking pain in the ass of an Aperture just fucked up on me. I think it’s corrupted most of my files from yesterday, which I must say were bloody fantabulous, especially the pictures of the bands during the later part of the gig. So I’m just praying to God that everything turns out fine, please Lord, let it be alright. There’s this picture of Field that was so in the moment and the backlight hit him so nicely, but it’s corrupted and truncated. And it was the image that I wanted to post up so damn badly. Cheeeeeeeebye. So we’ll have to settle for the frame right before it.

I’m supposed to keep myself from swearing but at moments like these I’m just so tired. And Aperture refuses to keep open for just a minute so I can export my files. It keeps shutting down without a reason whatsover. Sorry, no cookie for guessing how damn depressed I am at this moment. All I can think of right now is bringing my CF cards to work to get Amin to retrieve the images directly from them for me. I hope its going to be alright. Pray for me people, thank you very much.

Photography will be the death of me. Just like it was Wu Xiao Kang, who repeatedly shot the exact same shots of abandoned buildings on 35 rolls of film over a period of 2 years. The cropping of the images were supposedly exactly symmetrical when multiple images were compared, even though they were shot over a period of time in different conditions. He commited suicide after his last roll.

The plan is to create the perfect roll of photographs, each roll of film must not have only one “good” picture but all 36 images should be perfect. That is the plan…

That is indeed the plan. I’m in a fucked up mood right now.