Pet Peeves: Sunday Evening Edition

While I can't deny that they are both talented photographers, Scott Schuman & Garance Dore come across as one superficial, super-pretentious super-couple in this NY Mag article from last week:

The Street Is Their Oyster

Why, you ask? Maybe it's because she refers to him as her weight loss coach and gushes about the Kiehl's special oil face massages he gives her every night. Or maybe it's because Schuman nonchalantly passes comments like "We bought them at Celine in Rome...they look really great" in reference to Dore's pants. We? Not sure why that bothers me so much, but it's not like they're a sofa or end table. I mean does Scott wear them on the weekends? If so, I'll retract my statement, but given the extra inches Garance has on him, I'm doubtful.

via Refinery29...not sure why a woman like this needs a "weight loss coach"

At any rate, my ick factor is a little high after reading this dual profile. Too harsh?

Golden Hour

Golden hour is really beautiful, but I had no idea how difficult it was to shoot, especially in a place with unobstructed sunlight (which in restrospect, makes sense). Thanks, Ashley, for letting me stalk you with the camera.

Trapped in a Box

I'm not sure about this. It's a lot more processed than my usual taste.

On Wednesdays We Wear Pink

I accidentally overtassle-ified myself this morning.

I forgot my purse had that gigantic tassle on it until I was rushing into the elevator and heard it swooshing behind me.

**Also, I never crossed TP off my life list, so you can click here to see it updated...I really need to get more on top of this list...

iPhonography