shitty event

One of my saddest days was realising I could never be pure again


Last week I did a very bad thing. I covered a horrible event for the money.
It was the opening of a new linguistic college. The event went pretty well I spose; got some decent shots and the clients were happy with the results. The Mayor of Bristol was even there, proving it was a big deal. But I hate taking shitty photos just for cash.

the event: everyone who's anyone was there, even the right honourable lord mayor of Bristol town

It isn’t the first time I’ve done it. Nor will it be the last, I’m sure of that. And at least it wasn’t a wedding. But I always feel dirty after doing it, like the devil was wearing my skin or something.

Have had many washes. The dirt won’t come off.


djb.