What’s wrong with this photo on the Oct 1, 2007 issue of TIME Magazine?
The reflections of the flags (which were created digitally and are actually a bad job in themseves) are in the wrong place. Reflections are symmetrical; the flags are at the top of the ice and therefore shouldn’t even be showing in this photo at all. I suspect the reflection of the ice was drawn in as well as it doesn’t look right and the light is in the wrong places.
This sort of image editing is a very sloppy job, and really pisses me off as there are many unemployed art/photo/creative directors & graphic designers who are exceedingly talented and would never let this sort of thing happen.
When you have a job, take pride in it and do it right. Don’t do an half-assed job.
Frank Chu is one of San Francisco’s many eccentrics. He may or may not have schizophrenia; it’s been speculated, but not confirmed. I would describe him as definitely missing a few bats from his belfry.
Many of my friends know Frank, so I’ve interacted with him a few times. When he’s having a “good” day and is lucid, I can actually hold a conversation with him. But if he’s having an off day, I can’t understand him at all, especially when he starts ranting about zegotronics and such. Anyway, I’ve interacted with him often enough that when he sees me, he recognizes me and asks me how I’m doing and asks about friends of mine, and asks how my boyfriend is doing.
On Tuesday morning I was walking to my office and passed a group of security guards on strike. Frank Chu was there, of course; if there’s media there, he’s drawn like a moth to a flame. I walked up to him and said, “Hi, Frank!” He gave me a puzzled look, and I thought maybe he didn’t recognize me in my “work outfit” – slacks, button-down shirt, blazer, and loafers. He’s only seen me at parties in casual clothing. So I confirmed who I was – “Hi Frank, it’s me, Kathryn.” Nope, he started backing away from me slowly and started looking at me like *I* was the crazy one, and started mumbling, “I don’t know what you’re saying.”
Not wanting to agitate Frank, I just smiled and said, “Never mind, Frank. Bye bye.” and walked away.
It’s really ironic when the crazies think you’re crazy.
Me and Ott
Originally uploaded by kosmoflickr
Symbiosis 2007: 3 days in the woods. 1 terrible rocky potholed mountain road. 2 days of rain. Arriving at 1 AM & trying to find a place to set up camp. Cold. Good friends. Snuggling with my boy. Pancakes & bacon. Hot tea. Dancing. Glowing lights. Meeting Ott just before the Hallucinogen in Dub set & letting him try on my bear hat.
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