On Friday we threw a little shindig; nothing crazy, but a test-run to see if this space could host a diverse group of people. Invitees included a veteran, a cop, acro-yogis, REI employees, emergency hotline operators, self-employed employees, engineers, dancers, and cyclists. At some point in the night as rhythmic bump of another Logic song played through the speakers of our main room, a connection was made. Sean met one of my friends whom I made while biking as part of an art installation during Baltimore's inaugural Light City back in April. This friend, Brian, was also a photographer and saw Sean's newly installed roll-down cyc wall that could be used for photo-shoots.
After a slightly hungover and sticky Saturday morning, Brian came over with his client and took a few photos in the studio. There is something unique about living in a live-in studio: I talked with his client as I ironed my shirts in preparation for the week, as Brian and Sean fiddled around with the strobes and the gels for the shoot. His client seemed to be in awe that people lived in places like this and lived our lives here. He talked about his philosophy of life with his wife and how they are excited to try and push themselves to more adventures in life. In-between the clouds of steam emanating from my pressed shirts, I would look over at the living-room turned photo-studio and smiled knowing that this was my life right now.