Just Shoot Me

This Sunday after lunch Daniel/la and I have a photo session with photographer extraordinaire Nelz. We’ll be at Daniel/la’s house in Ayala Alabang.

Personally I’m excited; I’ve attended many pictorials but always at the wrong end of the camera. If you go to our house and look at all the photos—framed or in albums—you rarely find pictures of me from high school onwards. It was around that time that our old camera broke down and my dad never bothered to buy a new one. When we finally bought a new one, I was already in college and I was more interested in taking photos rather than being in them (I was thinking that the still camera would be my stepping stone to making movies.)

One of my best Baguio trips was when I went up with Leigh, cans of tuna, lots of books and CDs, and a camera each. We took turns taking pictures of one another; I had rolls and rolls of all-Leigh shots. My favorite sequence showed her puffing away at a cigarette while trying to answer some silly question I posed to her. Another series of shots has her dancing and twirling away in the fog.

One of the rare photos I have of that era was taken by her on my camera. We were in Café By The Ruins, and I asked her to take a picture of me. That photo is mounted along with photos of other family members in our living room.

I think I’ll be taking behind-the-scenes photos of this Sunday’s session. Wait a minute—I must be well-rested for Sunday! That means no Malate this Saturday evening. Oh well, okey lang. If that means smaller eyebags, then so be it. (I don’t think I can ever really get rid of my eyebags; I think they’re a permanent facial feature.)