Sell-out: Begin your blog under the misrepresentational pretense that is a celebrity-sighting. Ed tells me we start these things out of a desire for notoriety/fame/recognition, so this seems exceptionally fitting. Of course, this isn't some second-rate, b-movie-wannabe. This is Christian Bale: disappearing into the shining enigma that is a black SUV, sharpie in hand, troubled countenance of a handsome man being mobbed...
(I didn't take this photo.) It is a copy that was given to me by a kind Historical Museum patron who had the opportunity to take it herself, here in Madison, astride her husband whom is "on business." Admittedly, I shamelessly stalked Christian Bale on my lunch hour to no avail. In hindsight, however, I find my position a favorable one. If I would have taken the photo, I would have felt the dull ache of guilt over violating the privacy of a stranger, and having been given a copy by a woman I didn't know, I was afforded the rare occasion to reflect on the general good will of my fellows. (Something I seem to do less often these days.)
The relevance of this photo lies in my current preoccupation with our fascination with worlds not our own. With the lives of those who exist where things are, in theory, inherently more interesting than they are here. (IE: upper east side, NY, Private School.) I will document my own (albeit, slightly less enchanting) life in a meager attempt to prove that our sometimes less enchanting lives can actually hold a great deal of universal poignance or at the very least a few awkard and humorous encounters, even if I've never been asked to sign an autograph myself.
I've experienced a bit, and have an alarming amount of things to say about it. Read about it or not.
