Missed Opportunity

Documenting my life, and the people in my surroundings, has always been important to me; I often find that I have very little ability to maintain a clear memory of almost anything I do. I often forget people are with me and tell them stories about an activity they were present for. So I began to shoot anything fun or even silly that I did, just as a sort of physical record of the memory.

This lead me to begin shooting pictures at parties more and more often since they are always filled with tons of small moments that are generally lost in the immeasurable chaos of the entire episode. These pictures are often much more than a record of the party for me, they delve into the social and physiological self of the individual or serve to speak as a manifestation of some greater message that I can relate to personal or generational struggles.

I recently have been "Sans Camera" on most of my outings since my DSLR has become riddled with errors and much too difficult to shoot with. About three weeks ago I went to a party that was masquerade themed and was referred to as "The Masque-RAVE."

Not having my camera for this party will probably remain as a huge regret in my life. Although I feel like I may have remembered more of the party based on all of the incidences that I continuously saw and subsequently regretted not having the ability to take a picture of. All I could do was marvel at the ludicrously dressed attendees: sheer spandex body suits, feathered masks, capes, anything available and regardless of elaborate or simple, the people were in prime dancing form and indulging in multiple vices in a fervor. Its unparalleled excellence remains intact in my memory, for now, but the physical translation of the phenomenal experience is lost to the outside world.