Brad Walsh

Kitchen Sink

It’s been a while since I wrote anything readable.

I wanted to mention something. When the L Magazine asked me how I got into photographing New York nightlife, I said something about taking pictures at parties of my friends and it evolving from there. Which is true. But I (somehow, stupidly) forgot to mention that I wouldn’t be anywhere close to doing what I do today without Sarah Ultragrrrl Lewitinn Bocephus L’orange hiring me to photo her party. That was my first break into a regular gig taking party pictures for something other than my own amusement. And she wrote about me several times over the last couple years when I was doing photos, when I had a new album out, etc. Glowing things that made me very happy. So thank you, of course, and infinitely, to Sarah.

Speaking of the L thing, they had a supergay Factory nightlife awards ceremony thing which I narrowly avoided by instead doing the Denimhunt.com launch party at Don Hill’s that same night last Tuesday. Zach (the L awards organizer) is great, I have always really liked him. But the issue was, I think, completely insane. In the print version of the magazine there were three judges listed. Those three judges (and the parties they run) somehow managed to sweep Best Party, Best Nightlife Icon, Best Promoter, and Best Venue. So the judges just happened to be the best everything in all of New York nightlife? I definitely agree that all three of them are very good at what they do, and deserving of nightlife awards if nightlife awards are going to be given out, but even they can’t argue that the whole thing wasn’t ridiculous. [And I am not saying this because I didn’t win best photographer – I have eyes, and anyone with eyes knows that Nikola is clearly the winner there.]

This is all so stupid.

I like collecting things, I like making little collections of things I have produced.

Otherwise. I was dating someone for a few months, was really into it, had some bad stuff happen and decided I couldn’t deal with it so we broke up. Didn’t stop being friends. Then after some time, we sorta got back together very briefly and I caught him again doing what broke us up in the first place, so that was it. It’s no fun not trusting someone. He didn’t cheat, didn’t lie when caught, didn’t even do anything particularly horrible. But he can’t stop this thing that he does, and I don’t want to deal with disappointment over and over and over.

This weekend I shot a bunch of zombies for a Halloween promo thing for a bit-o-media that I enjoy reading. All of a sudden in the last few months I’ve been getting really fun, impressive, and steady photo jobs, and I’ve been working a whole lot more. Usually, including prep and editing time, I end up working 60 hour weeks. Except fashion week, which was perhaps triple digits. This is tiring and it’s making my eyes all wrinkly, but it’s fun and it’s good, because I am making some savings for the winter and for new equipment. I have my eye on new computers and new lenses.

I am poking around at some new songs of my own, but nothing much has happened recently. I am remixing some things, most notably my darling Reni Laine. Need to buy a new music computer so I can do things easily instead of making machinery from the 90s work in 2007. I keep putting things off.