OPTION.

Well. I have to be honest. I’m crashed. Completely disappointed.

Here is the thing. Till a few short hours ago, I was on option for a campaign with a photographer that doesn’t need any kind of introduction, for a brand I’m completely in love with. It was basically my dreamed job, and everyone who knew was just as excited as I was.

I had to do polaroids, I had to several videos, and I cleared my schedule so that if required, I could jump on a plane and be in NY any day. For two weeks I patiently waited for this whole thing to happen. I waited for them to make up their minds and decide weather if they were gonna book me or not. My anxiety grew larger and larger, and just now, a few short minutes ago, I’ve come to realize I was dropped.

My booker Natalie told me they changed the concept, and decided to go on a different direction.

Once more, life has proven to me that every time I’m really close to achieving something relevant in this crappy part-time job of mine, it somehow manages to evaporate in front of my very own eyes, right before I get to size it.

This basically means I have no plans for the next few months, I have no prospect of anything and I have to decide what the fuck I’m doing with my life.

I was having a wonderful day, and now I feel like someone took a huge massive smelly dump on me. Fuck this job. Seriously. Fuck this job.

I can’t wait to see how the campaign turns out.