Today in class we had a critique on a piece that we've been working on for about a week. In the style of a fairy tale, we were to take two images and make them into one.

I used these three pictures:






and I made this:


Voila: Anniemosity's "Snow White." (Click on the photo to see it bigger.) What I'd done was a little on the advanced side for the assignment, and, not to brag or anything, I finished it in two hours (excluding shooting time), while the rest of the class took just about a week (and 30% weren't even ready today). I rock at Photoshop. It's true.

So when I entered the computer lab today, my head was held high. I was confident that I rocked the shit out of this assignment, especially when I sat down and the project on the screen next to mine... well, it wasn't great. It was a haphazardly thrown together depiction of Little Red Riding Hood. She presented hers first, and the appropriate feedback was given. Feather your selections. Work with the perspective. Make the lighting more uniform. Work it out.

The girl who presented next had also done Little Red Riding Hood, and it was, in a word, awesome. Really avant-garde, purposefully and effectively overexposed, real sweet stuff. Fuck, I thought. If I would have put more thought into this assignment, rather than spent my time dicking around in Minneapolis being cool and whatnot, I could have come up with something really fucking cool, like Red here. Damn it. I visually scoured the photo for some flaw. Aha! -- she forgot to shadow that shit so there was no depth to the image. I felt better, because I'm a jealous and competitive bitch.

I decided to go next. The reaction was slow, but it turned out that everyone thought that I had done the project wrong by doing no Photoshopping at all. They thought that I tromped Alex out into the snow and taken her picture sleeping on a bench in a clearing. Fuck yeah, bitches, I fooled the shit out of them.

The feedback was ridiculously positive, boosting my ego through the roof, right back to where it was. The thing that stuck out the most, however, was the critique from the only male in my class: "The person in your photo is in the center. That's not supposed to work. Somehow you made it work."

The professor nodded in agreement. "Nine times out of ten, the subject will not work when it's in the center, and yeah, you made it work. Nice job."

Boo-yah! Believe it or not, I've gotten almost this exact critique not once, not twice, but thrice before. I'm starting a visual revolution, bitches. Maybe it will become my stylistic trademark. My subjects deserve to be centered, and goddamn it, I'm going to make that shit work.


Oh yeah, for you non-facebookers, I chopped off all my hair.


Homegirl is a ham. I look awesome.