Some people need attention. It’s as if life doesn’t happen unless you get recognized by other people, their flashing cameras, inquiring microphones, or video footage. Be they musicians, artists, writers, bloggers, reporters, actors, personalities, gardeners, cooks, or whatever, some of these folks give off that sense that they feel inadequate unless others are minding their moves. That must be a sad state of affairs, always waiting for the social gaze to validate your existence, someone to finally acknowledge your tepid contribution to that massive dump of public input. Many move to Los Angeles precisely to get closer to those that wield the beaming spotlights, hoping to achieve focus in somebody’s frame. Lastima.
As a person born and raised in that other Los Angeles, accustomed to the glance of indifference but still annoyed by the occasional glare of disgust, I’m certainly aware of my role in this city, and wanting to be in front of cameras is not part of my reality. Thus I find it highly entertaining when I happen upon some of these media hungry specimens, it’s like inadvertently driving into a human zoo! I happened to catch one of these media beings on camera recently, click ahead to make the guy feel good about himself!
I started taking pics of this Dude mostly because of his annoying look-at-me style of bus bench sitting, and only when I got closer did I notice the camera crew visible in this pic. Lame sitter quickly became lamer media-dude-taking-up-a-bus-bench.
Dude is pointing to his wrist, asking me “what time is it?” What kinda stupid question is that?
Stupid questions demand stupid answers. “Time to get a watch!” Dipping into that old Jr. High vault of witty responses. Works for me. Good luck with that casual sitting technique!