I’m doing it wrong but I don’t care
Man, I’m still young. I’m certain I have much less expertise than most seasoned creatives out there in the industry, and that I probably can’t answer this with decades of life experience backing me up. But when I love something, I do it, and I probably do it wrong, but I don’t care. What matters is that I’m doing it. Besides their shoes, I guess that’s what Nike has right: the attitude. It’s that mindset that keeps me going, and what I’m hoping will continue to propel me for years to come.
I don’t see the world differently — I see it for what it is. Rather than avoid graffiti’d walls and cluttered subway stations, I revel in it. I want my work to reflect that chaos, not filter it anymore. It’s not so much about perfection, but about the moment (yeah yeah, cheesy).
It probably isn’t that much of a revelation to most. But it’s a big one for me.
A few months ago, I won airplane tickets and used them to go to New York City. I learned a new kind of beauty that week — the kind of unspoken beauty you see in your significant other’s crooked smile and the way one eye crinkles more than the other, the kind that creeps up on you. New York is filled with busy people, smog, cement, and construction…but it’s also just all so damn captivating. Since there’s just so much happening, big cities are especially difficult to capture that typical flawless moment. So the moments I captured on camera that week all had something wrong with them — blurry passerbys, that one annoying taxi, that one photobomb. It would have pissed me off, but it didn’t.
I used to be obsessed with finding that one beautiful shot, the one with all the right colors, composition, whatever, and I could never remember what was so exciting about the photo or video clip a month or two later, much less a week. It’s been a couple months and I can still tell you everything that happened in each New York photo I took.
Now I ignore the grain, the distortion, the grammar mistakes, the trends. I don’t purposely avoid areas anymore, nor do I make a point to strive for a certain something. The shot could be a man’s chin, for all I care. If I like a shot that floats my way, I keep it. I keep creating, and that action alone sparks my inspiration.