Been editing, sorting, shooting our way through the summer and realized we’re on the verge of boots and scarves time. Not sure how this happened, as the SPF barely got out of storage, but are determined to work in some vitamin D time these next few weeks. Many hours of edits, the information stream that is twitter/facebook/instagram, and generally being too plugged-in most days lead to giggling about this ridiculous visual that we had to get out of our imaginations.

We’d had this idea for awhile and using the props around our place (and in our fridge) took half an hour one afternoon to set-up a hipster’s editing paradise. Farm fresh blueberries and coffee beans always within reach, vintage steam trunk to vintage suitcase to vintage records to prop up the vintage typewriter which feeds in film to type out a photo of a typewriter (meta!), and succulents for company. We realize the irony as this is all stuff we had within reach, and were only upset that we didn’t have any gold, spray painted antlers laying around to include.

Wonder if this is how others envision photo editing, as it’s definitely more appealing than the matrix of cords, hard drives, processes, lack-of sunlight that really goes down. So appreciative of the imperfection of the entire process that it really is. Imperfection in the people we work with, and the non-stylized, real life they let us play a role in.

Back to the typewriter we go.