Monthly Archives: March 2011

The Philosophy of Portraits

“We’re using light to try and capture something more than a person’s face.” The Old Man who runs the High School Senior Studio says to me. “We’re trying to capture their personality.” “Is that right?” I say as I take a break from vacuuming the office floors. “And how do we do that?” “We find […]

Thinking about a Meritocracy

“Why can’t I work the Shoot that is close to where I live?” One of the newbie Passers says at a Meeting. “We like to put our best people at our best Shoots.” The sober and stern sounding Boss says with a frim nod, daring anyone to challenge this common sense assertion. “So does that […]

Processes are More Important than Products

“Through successful Meetings our Photographers and Passers have raised our overall sales average over that of the last quarter.”  The Big Boss says in her chipper voice. She doesn’t say it, but it is implied that her fearless leadership is directly responsible for this surprising turn of events.  Well, that and the fact that we […]

Information Wants To Be Free

“I’m just going to take these home and scan them anyway.” The smiling woman says as she holds her small package of portraits. “So I don’t need anything else.” The Passer can only stare at her as she walks off. One of the products offered by The Company is a CD with all the digital […]

The Company and The Information Policy

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. This is for entertainment purposes ONLY! Do not fold, spindle or mutilate.  See More Here. “You know that The Company has an Information Policy.” My slightly round supervisor says in his soft Southern drawl.  “You’re not allowed to portray anyone in […]

Get Your Head in The Game

“I took a couple of sets while you got your mind back on to why your here.” The other Assembly Line Portrait Photographer says when we were comparing how many sets we had shot and I found he was ahead of me. “Oh.” I say, shocked by both the idea that I am supposed to […]

The Best of Times, the Worst of Times

“Whose car is that in the parking lot with the Texas license plates?” A man says as he walks into the Shoot. “Mine.” I say and wave at him like Oliver Hardy. “You came all the way from Texas to do this?” He says in disbelief. “Yup.” I say and look out the window at […]