he totally went down...

so i've been taking a photo class at sva for the past few weeks and while i find aspects of the course occasionally irritating, i'm generally pleased by the overall outcome. i've begun thinking more technically about the science of photography (meaning i now have a slightly better understanding of aperture/shutter speed/ISO and how altering these settings can physically alter the appearance of a photograph). i also have a better idea of what kind of gear is best suited to what i like to shoot, which was one of my main goals in taking this class. and now that i've figured out what i want, spencer has had the lovely/thoughtful notion to get me a fancy new lens for my 25th birthday, which is looming on the not-so-distant horizon.

aside from my foray into higher education, there have been a handful of other awesome occurrences in the recent past, which i fully intend to commit to the digisphere this week. i swear, i'm gonna sit myself down, with a pot of something highly caffeinated and maybe some candy and get cracking on turning the 8 or so drafts i have saved into real-life digital nuggets of autobiographical fluff. there have been birthday celebrations, musical happenings and celebrity sightings, the latest of which involved the following forgotten star...

igby, a.k.a. kieran culkin. i totes saw him walking down 3rd avenue, near gramercy park on monday looking like nothing i would have expected. he was dumpy with a beer gut worthy of a 30-something midwestern truck driver. his face was a little sweaty and his hair hung in limp, stringy strands against his forehead. he swung a clear plastic bag containing a blimpie's sandwich as he trudged his way into the late afternoon sun. his main saving grace was that he did have lovely, sparkly blue eyes the same shade as his slightly dishevelled, oversized tee.