The very first photo I manually color corrected on the color enlarger.



(The day that I started color correcting was the day when everything came tumbling down. Honestly, I can tell you that it was a Wednesday: Psychology, Art History, M & P Lab, and then the Photo Lab. And then that wonderful fucking surprise at that fucking place......
Sorry, I see this print and all those horrible emotions come flooding back. Alex trying to comfort me as I just cried in her arms. Robyn being the comforting sweetheart she is. Kirsten being the supportive darling that she was...
Eh, I know, that was uncalled for, but this print is somewhat of a reflection of how I felt that lovely December night: holding on to that piece of red string...trying to hide and run the fuck away...facing that fucking imprint....being in a state of shock and turning a blind eye.
Whatever...I guess it made that tower of problems I had to come tumbling down. Blessing in disguise, I guess.)
It's all good now and I'm purrrfectly fine


Now that I'm looking at it, it lacks something...and it's pretty simple and dead on (yawns).

Ok...I need some harsh critiques, loveys ^^