one of the first events daniel and i went to together was the tel aviv pride parade two years ago. i was just starting to flirt with photography and i worshiped daniel and his skills. for the record, daniel is an actual photographer – one who can explain how a camera works and what all the fancy features do. he taught me everything i know and continues to whenever we’re shooting and i get stuck wondering why my photos aren’t turning out the way i want. so for a long time, i’d just copy whatever he was doing and hope for the best – fake it ’til you make it style. over the past couple of years, though, i’ve found my footing. the two of us can wander apart shooting the same place or event and come back to compare what we got and split up again. the parade is a terrible place to do this because two little people like ourselves can easily get lost in the shuffle of 120,000 marchers. which, of course, happened a number of times. at some point late in the afternoon, the heat and the walking took its toll and we decided to call it a day.
i love the pride parade – it’s extravagant, over-the-top, outrageous, open and welcoming. it’s both bizarre and refreshing. the entire city bursts with color and music and everyone looks and feels exactly the way they want to. especially the exhibitionists – and i love people who love to be photographed.