Contradictory to the lifestyle that goes along with being a commercial celebrity photographer, I am actually quite shy. At this past Imaging USA, I was fortunate to receive invites to a lot of the parties and cocktail hours, however attended none. It is not out of a holier than thou stance towards the forced conversations while looking around for an exit that are parties. It is because, frankly, I’m that guy that goes to places like Vegas, only to sit and watch the Bellagio fountain 7 or 8 times a day, not to see the water, but to see the effect it has on the people watching it.
So why the statement of social awkwardness to start this Friday’s blog? I just want you to have reference of my proclivity before telling you that I am also that guy that screams like a little girl every time a Ferrari passes a McLaren.
For those that don’t know what I mean by this, it is a reference to my unhealthy obsession of Formula 1 racing. It started when I was in high school. I would sit around watching the races over and over again while my other friends had lives. It is one of the aspects of my life that makes no sense at all.
I never get star-struck by celebrities, as I have to photograph them regularly, this would be detrimental to my work. However, in the presence of the crowd at the US Grand Prix, I was totally guilty of screaming every time one of my favorite drivers was shown on the Jumbotron.
Said passion finds its culmination in one team, the only team, Ferrari.
While scientist research at CERN in an effort to find dark matter, I am going through the same scientific analysis to prove that we bleed red because God is a Ferrari fan.
Today marks the launch of Ferrari’s new horse in the F138, and so my hats off and a toast to a season that sees them winning so easily that fans become bored and watch reruns of Magnum PI in order to see a Ferrari move a bit slower.