thatsummerfeelsl
ike,tomethatis.Imnotworkingonabeachpleasedsuperficiallikewithmytan,smoking
potandrinking
ondocksnicehousenicergirls.Imtryingtobutitsnotthesame.Iknowimdonewithit
butimnotoverit.
When I was in high school the dimly lit confines of the photo room were a favorite haunt. I took photos lots, fucked with Final Cut Pro and Photoshop. Lets not get into this; I spent numerous hours there, that’s all. There was another guy, Shooter McGavin of the Grad oh-five. He was top dawg but we were friends despite my competitive tendencies and sensitive ego. We even helped the teachers organize a practical arts showcase evening. He went to art school and I went to university.
I still take photos but Travis Jeffers has a business card. I wanted to get the feel back so I asked him if I could help. He said yeah.
Marina Francesca Moscone is another old high school friend. She was a couture kitten then and now. She studies fashion at the Art Institute of Vancouver. The shoot was for her, some final project.
Aleem Kassam graduated a year ahead of me. We became friends when I took Comparative Civilizations 12 in grade 11 (I was smart like that). He manages an upscale Yaletown couch store called Montauk. This is where the shoot was to take place.
I see Travis Jeffers semi-occasionally but haven’t seen Marina or Aleem in a couple years. They’re dressed with precision and both have Bluetooth earpieces. They look like they’ve gone places and I feel slightly ashamed though I know I really shouldn’t. Aleem has gone far, made it onto a Debbie Travis reality series. Once aware of this I Facebook sent him some questions to answer for the Clique. He never responded.
BUT WAIT. He purrs at his computer screen now.
“Oh, just checking my messages now, did you want me to answer these?”
“Um sure”
“Yeah definitely, no problem”
Probably not the first time he has done this.
When I go home I check Facebook and here you go:
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Been recognized walking Robson yet?
actually yes, didn't expect it but a couple people asked if they knew me from somewhere, tv maybe?
Is Debbie Travis a closet bitch?
I cannot confirm that...but she is definitly a Diva in her own right. Lets just say don't mess with her!
How gnarly is the non-disclosure agreement?
The agreement is for sure gnarly but I had no choice, those lawyers and production people intimitated the hell outta me!
What was it like living with your competition?
It wasn't as bad really, we usually would put the work/competition aside and hang out like regular people. BUT there was drama for sure and it would sometimes get tense but I had a good relationship with everyone. It was fun to see people annoy eachother, I found it entertaining as there was no music, tv or magazines to entertain me.
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Like a press kit with spelling mistakes. Surreal to see a guy you used to mock your teacher with on TV regardless.
I’m going to give up and throw up the photos because I cannot easily formulate some sort of conclusion/realization to the feelings I've had on this day. Marina, Travis, and Aleem all seem to know what path they are on and I guess I’m a little depressed because I don’t.
Marina Francesca Moscone
Travis Jeffers
Aleem Kassam
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