How Many of Us Have Them? FRIENDS!!

I received an email on August 1, 2019, asking for promo info for the show. I began to panic as I hadn't even chosen dancers — which was another stressful and pressing situation. I immediately began to panic. The show synopsis was a draft, I had no dancers to take images, no budget for photography, and I hadn’t even decided on showtime. Can you say stressed?

I was at the point where procrastination seemed like an option. But instead of letting it get that far, I remembered the to-do lists. I ended up creating a paper version — even though I already had a timeline in my google drive — but writing them down seemed to make it easier. Don't get me wrong, I was still freaking out but a little more organized in the chaos.

The most pressing issue was the actual image to promote the show. What in the world was I going to create in the next 8 days? Who was going to edit it? Did we need to have a photoshoot? Could we find images and creatively piece them together? Again, who was doing all of this? I'm not that good with Photoshop. I literally spiraled for a good 15 minutes. I mean, they did offer to use the logo, but I knew it had to be more; so I asked a friend of mine if he would be interested in helping me...HE SAID YES! I was stunned, I didn't expect him to be so willing but I sure as hell wasn't turning down help I desperately needed. 

© Seven Feet, 2019

We chatted, went over ideas, found some free time in our schedules, and decided to make it happen. We'd come up with the idea to capture two black boys in intimate and vulnerable settings. And since one figured said yes I thought I would try my luck with other friends and colleagues - yeah, that didn't go over well. I reached out, some responded, and some didn't. I was shit out of luck. Instead, I became the model I needed, Seven Feet's arm was another model; we tried it all. This man even got me to go out on a fire escape in the rain. I HATE HEIGHTS! The worst part was that if I fell, I couldn't catch myself. The height of the railing stopped below my waist, and that was just at certain parts. What was I going to do? Reach for raindrops and hope I don't splash like them on the pavement.

Anyways, I lasted as long as I could out there, panicking, just looking stupid trying not to look stupid but we got some interesting shots. It was an experience. But I felt more comfortable indoors or on solid ground. We shot, talked, laughed, confused, clarified, and created some great promo pieces. I am beyond thankful for Seven Feet and so excited to share with you the final products.

BTW this was done all on his phone, letter by letter, and not just a simple filter laid upon an image.

Thank you Seven Feet for this and dealing with my indecisive detailed self.

stay stubborn,