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g let her tear his face in double as before. "How do I do that?" I replied weakly. It's not a rhetorical question - I really want to know exactly what I have to do next. She thinks for a second and then gives me an instruction. "Tonight, continue to sit and watch Molly Ringwald. Then wake up in the morning to take a bath thoroughly. Dry your hair, make up a little. Then take your camera and go back to work ... he will not come back anymore ... so do your favorite thing ... it's time for it. "I looked at her, knowing that she was right. Knowing that once again, I stood in front of my fork, and again, I needed to follow Margot's advice to come to photography. So the next day I bought a new camera - good The most I can afford is my credit card - and enroll in a general training course at the New York Institute of Photography. More than a year later, I got to know the complex details of the device, everything about the lens, and mastered the flash, tungsten light and flashlight. I thoroughly studied the characteristics of the camera lens hole, the shutter speed, and understand things as thoroughly as understanding the film and the ISO limit, white balance and histogram. I learned theories of composition, color, pattern and frame, as well as the "one third rule" (one I thought I knew from instinct) and how to use straight lines. The image is more attractive. I have learned a lot about the printing of photographs, but I can practice my technique on more complicated machines. I learned a course on portraiture, light research, and placement. I work on object photography, food photography, architectural photography, landscape photography, and even sports photography. I delve deeper in digital photography, proficiency in Adobe Photoshop, the language of the pixels and the size of the chip (the most modern concept at the time). I even study a class in the marketing and marketing aspects of photography. With every new week, every new technology I learn, I feel a bit more closure. Partly just because of the fluidity of time, an essential component of any emotional traumatic restoration. However, part of this is because this passion has gradually replaced passion. And even though my broken heart does not make me an expert in this field, I still believe we need both - time and a substitute love - to fully restore one. The following month with Leo, I finally felt ready - both technically and emotionally - to produce my photo and apply for a full-fledged assistant job. Through friends of a friend, I often believe a commercial photographer named Frank Brightman is looking for a second assistant. Frank mainly photographed fashion and commercials, but occasionally worked with magazines. He has a very special style of artist reminiscent of surrealism - a look that I admire and just imagine someday to compete, of course, with my own style. Before I could argue with myself about it, I called Frank about this vacant position, and he invited me to interview him at his Chelsea studio. Immediately, Frank impressed me and created a very pleasant feeling. He has gorgeous silver hair, perfect dress, and gentle kindness. There was also something subtle in his manner that made me think he was gay - which at that time was for someone from a working-class town, and from a school The old South as I am, still feels like a novelty filled with complexity. I watched Frank hunker down on a cappuccino cup and peek at his amateur photo set in a leatherette album. He just flipped through the pages and mumbled applause. Then he closed the photo book, looked me in the eye, and said that although I could see that he was very promising, he would not paint the job - he had his first assistant, and almost a maid One person to pay bills, run coffee, and have to stand a lot. "The job is not beautiful," he finished. "I can do it," I answered eagerly. "I used to be a waitress. I'm good at standing. I'm good at getting requests from guests too. "Frank kept his cool face telling me that he had just quit his second job as a second assistant. He said they all had better records than me, but they were very lazy and unreliable. Then he stopped and said he could see that I was different. "She seemed honest about herself," he said. "And I liked her from Pittsburgh. Pittsburgh. "I thanked him, smiled an always-eager-be-done-smile. Frank smiled and said," This job is for you. Just go to work every day, at the right time, we will be doing well. "y i just do it right Coming to work every day for the next two years. I happily complied with the requests of Frank and his first assistant, an intelligent young woman named Marguerite. Frank and Marguerite are talented, creative creators so I quickly grasped all the details of the job. I guarantee insurance coverage for big photos - sometimes even hired to the police. I dealt with the hiring of equipment, installation of lights and flashlights under Frank's meticulous observation eyes, at times beginning the day of work from the midday sun. I filmed (on the day I stopped working, Frank said he never saw anyone go so fast, that seemed like a great compliment) and had to read the meter a thousand times. In a nutshell, I learned a lot about commercial photography, while at the same time I was more confident that someday I would stride on my own feet. And my life was going on like that. Andy's day came to me. People still say that time is everything, and when I look back, I find myself really a fanatic of this theory. If Andy was dating me a little earlier, I might have seen the invitation as a poor truce, a game Margot asked him to do. I would say no bluntly, and since Andy is not quite an energetic guy, things may stop there. And, more importantly, I would not have the time to squeeze in the middle of the miffed, but still very important to help me recover, the guys almost only last a couple of sessions. But if you hand out a little later, I might have become a skeptic - something that is really hard for women who are about to turn thirty, but what I feel can definitely happen. out Or I could have started a serious relationship with someone else - maybe someone like Leo would say that we would always date the same person, time and time again. Or I may have become too immersed in work. Instead, I am still optimistic, satisfied with what I have, living independently, and stable as far as possible when I am young. body and live in a city. I still have no idea how much Leo (and "where it came from") than I could admit to anyone - even myself, and the thought of Leo could stop me. On my way of life, tearing my heart, squeezing my chest. But I learned how to control emotions, dividing them. The worst part of this pain has gone down in time, as it always does, to everyone. I almost thought of Leo as his role - an old lover never came back, and I thought of myself as a more mature woman, better since losing him. In other words, I was ripe for a new relationship, a better man. I was ready with Andy. Prev Chapter Next Loading ... Sstruyen.com.vn is the website for reading stories online, attractive with all kinds of stories, narrative, story, the story, not stories, teen stories .... Story is updated the fastest and supports reading on any device such as mobile or tablet. Email: hello@sstruyen.com.vsay, suakhoaoto.com.vn, novels, teenagers, gifts, event companies, delicious, cheap car keys, lock safes , make piaggio car keys

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Love On My Side

Author: Emily Giffin

Chapter 8
I will never forget the moment when I know that

Andy loves me more than just his sister's best friend, or even, more importantly, his friend. Interesting that it did not happen in New York, although Margot and I met Andy quite regularly, usually at a drink bar, our group of friends suited him well.
Exactly that day I was in Atlanta, coming home with Margot and Andy in Thanksgiving, the three of us flying the night before. We just finished the party that Margot's mother, Stella, had prepared (Graham's longtime butler, Gloria, for a week's rest), and the dish was scraped off to put the socks on. dishwasher. Andy and I were left alone in the kitchen after I volunteered to wash my crystal and silverware (no one in the house refused, it even made me feel welcome), and Andy was quick to The idea was to dry - which I think is particularly cute in a traditional family where men seem to be completely exempt from any housework.
At that time, Margot, her parents and her brother, James, retired into the "television zone" and was watching The Shawshank Redemption. In fact, there are about three rooms