The biggest difference between my previous blog and this current venture is where I take my photos. It used to be me, a tripod, and my trusty camera remote getting to work on my parents stunning blacktop driveway. Now, it’s me, a very close friend or relative… and the entire city of Chicago. Having someone take photos of me in public will never not be weird. It’s something I plan to look back on in 20 years and think “god was I an asshole.” But right now I love the results so much that I keep bullying said friend or family member into doing it.
My youngest brother was the first person I roped into it thanks to a photography class he was taking. He was a shameless 18-year-old boy who would do pretty much anything for a Starbucks and a cake pop, and the pictures turned out much better than anything I had accomplished with a camera remote. After getting some positive feedback on Instagram, bribing my brother with novelty food items became my new M.O. Getting to spend extra time together before he left for college this fall was an added bonus.
I expanded this trusted circle to a close friend who was willing to stand in the middle of a Chicago street, interrupt an outdoor brunch patio, and listen to my whining about angles. (Aren’t friends the best?) We may not be a professional operation, but it gives us some good stories to share over our basic bitch acai bowls (me) and paleo meals (her).
Below are a few more we snapped on that brunch patio day-
Photos: Jill DiNucci