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Photojournalist Wanted for Ad Campaign by Stephanie Gholam
Small budget?
Newbie?
OK with editorial I can understand it, not with advertising, those guys make a crap load of $’s
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Personally I like the “extraordinarily talented” yet “Don’t want anyone who has been published in any major media outlet nor won any major awards/scholarships.” Is that Gholam as in the creature from Lord of the Rings?
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‘Looking for someone whose work is more gritty…with a focus on sports, music, urban life, adventure, etc. Not interested in softer subjects…’
Like drug addiction, poverty, displacement, genocide, environmental devastation, police and governmental brutality, war, death the sex trade…
Oh BTW you must have ‘raw talent’ and I suspect be quite good looking as Stephanie Gholam is a casting agent.
Do you think they are looking for stooges for series two of ‘Picture This’ ? (or what ever they call it in USA)
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Were caught in a trap I cant walk out Because I love you too much baby
Why cant you see
What youre doing to me
When you dont believe a word I say?
We cant go on together
With suspicious minds
And we cant build our dreams
On suspicious minds
So, if an old friend I know
Drops by to say hello
Would I still see suspicion in your eyes?
Here we go again
Asking where Ive been
You cant see these tears are real
Im crying
We cant go on together
With suspicious minds
And be cant build our dreams
On suspicious minds
Oh let our love survive
Or dry the tears from your eyes
Lets dont let a good thing die
When honey, you know
Ive never lied to you
Mmm yeah, yeah
Sorry, I couldn’t help myself…
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Hey Sista Gayle..
And I thought ‘Funky’ was singing to me!
I mean after all it is the Elvis Festival in Parkes this weekend!
(My website, under Editorial- image 10!)
(hehehehehe, how are you sista girl Gayle?- haven’t been around for a while but well I missed LS you know! Especially when its fun and not nasty, y’know! )
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She got in touch with me through a photog I know and I referred her to LS. They seem legit but I think that their requirements of a great photographer who hasn’t’ received any recognition might be tough to meet…
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Yeah I hear about this,a cute little guy…
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I sent her an email to suggest she flesh out her bio page and provide much more information regarding this dubious request, lest she be taken to task as has just happened.
I so love this lightstalkersness.
Hear me giggle.
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raw talent, but has been below the radar – sounds like the typical ad-company way of finding a talented newbie working for an editorial payment, but shooting big time advertising.
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This is a fantastic opportunity for me. I meet all their requirements and am ready and able to stupidly appropriate or re-photograph anything to get their smart job done.
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You aint nothin but a hound dog Cryin all the time. You aint nothin but a hound dog Cryin all the time. Well, you aint never caught a rabbit And you aint no friend of mine.
When they said you was high classed,
Well, that was just a lie.
When they said you was high classed,
Well, that was just a lie.
You aint never caught a rabbit
And you aint no friend of mine.
It’s almost always a mistake to read a song’s lyrics without the music going somewhere in the background; you start wondering how the hell this thing ever got anywhere
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Hmm, I’m SURE I have the talent but I fear it is slightly parboiled.
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Hey Gayle- who do reckon Akaky is singing to?
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Lord a’mighty,
I feel my temperature risin’
Higher and higher,
Must be 109
It’s hard to breathe
And my chest is a-heavin’
Well I’m feeling good now
But I feel fine, yeah,
Your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet sweet song of the choir
You blind my mornin’ sky
Burnin’ love
Ooh
I feel my temperature risin’
Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl,
It’s 109
It’s hard to breathe
And my chest is a-heaving
I’m feeling good now
I feel fine, yeah
Your kisses lift me higher
Like the sweet sweet song of the choir
You blind my mornin’ sky
Burning love
Burnin’ love
I’m just a hunka hunka burnin’ love
I’m just a hunka hunka burnin’ love
I’m just a hunka hunka burnin’ love
I’m just a hunka hunka…love
Ooh.
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I know its a fried peanut butter and Mars Bar sandwich though….
Sorry “Funky’ I just find that hunka hunka burning fat kinda off putting…..
(hehehehehehehe!)
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Was it bacon? In that case its even worse…
‘Funky’ never again will I think of Elvis the same…
Gayle I believe alcohol goes a fair way to destroying those parts of the brain that tend to remember these kinda things!
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Now, now, ladies….You know the LS rules. No fantasies unless they involve getting paid work or the Leica M10.
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Please, from now on I prefer to be known as ‘fat bastard’
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Cool-reminds me of when I used to break tiles and wood doing karate ! FB.
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Hey Gayle left a Valentine (in the form of a link to Dan Sultan) on another thread!
Hope you had a good one!
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