Yesterday it was back to grind of the studio. Me and Marc spent a bulk of the day putting his old job prints onto a new storage shelf thingy (hey, it's those things restuarants use to stack up thinsg). Yes, how eloquent. Anyway, i was told i would actually get some money for my time there,. which is great my broke ass. But alas, i was privy to some really interesting things such as hearing a photographer/stylist ask a burgeoning female photographer (tall with like the greatest lips), who we chatted with on our lunch break, if hse had slept with such and such. Boy the direct questions were flying and he was unapologetic.

Anyway, the girl ended up walking me to some studio in soho as i dragged some of Marc's equipment to another studio.

Boy i think i found an urban American rag that i may actually read regularly, the revamped OneWorld. The new issue boost several pictures by Marc including the double cover, which features a very Muslim-looking Common on one.

Now i must find out more of this Al Sharpton coke (not the drink) deal fiasco that has just poppped up out of no where.