This Friday, one of my photos will display in Snap Space’s Downtown Orlando photo gallery. It’s a photo of a guy flipping at Aero Nightclub.
An Orlando spot run by French-born Patrick Kahn, Snap Space is mentioned in the NYC-based magazine Photograph.
When one of my photos was chosen, I cried. Yep, I ain’t ashamed to admit it. I was so damned happy an internationally-known photo gallery accepted one of my pics.
Yet, boy, did I have problems getting the photo gallery-ready. First, minimum size requirement for a photo was 16×20. Despite owning a 24 megapixel camera, I usually shoot in lower megapixels. I had no idea if I had enough megapixels to print that high.
When I ordered the first print online, I found out 16×20 was the highest I could print without showing obvious pixilation. After ordering from Mpix, I saw the photo looked pretty damned good at that size. Yet, I didn’t like the paper it was printed on, an almost matte finish paper. I don’t like matte finish because unlike glossy, the colors are dull.
Next, I drove to Orlando art supply store Sam Flax to have the photo printed and framed. I ordered a satin 16×20 print. Yet, because of the actual size of the photo I brought on a CD, I was going to get a 16×24 print. Plus I was going to receive a custom frame.
A few hours at home, a thought hit me. The print I ordered was not the actual photo accepted by Snap. Unlike my order, the photo I presented was cropped, the actual 16×20 proportions.
The next day, I called Sam Flax cancelling the order. As I called, I wondered if I was too late meeting my Snap deadline for delivering a framed photo. Nobody answered. So, I wound up leaving a message.
This was a Sunday. Monday morning, I received a call saying it wasn’t too late.
Before I delivered the correct print to Sam Flax, I edited Sunday night photos taken at Orlando’s Beacham Nightclub. As I edited, my software setting placed a logo on each photo. In a folder, you can’t see the logo until you click on the photo.
After editing Beacham photos, I found my photo for Snap. With the same software, I placed that photo in a folder. Then, after burning it on a CD, I rushed the photo to Sam Flax.
Everything seemed fine, until I saw the finished product. This was Thursday, the day before my Friday Snap deadline. The finished product displayed my photo containing the logo I placed on Sunday night’s pics. When I saw that, I freaked.
Like I mentioned earlier, if I had clicked on the actual photo, I would have seen the logo. Yet, when I burned the photo on the CD, I didn’t see it.
Now, I had to wait for the printing guy to show up on Saturday, which meant my delivering the photo was going to be late.
This wasn’t the first time I screwed up with Patrick Kahn. After e-mailing him an e-book of my cellphone pics, he wanted to meet me. Yet, because I didn’t have reliable transportation at the time, I didn’t take Patrick up on his offer. Now, for the second time, I fucked up with Patrick.
I e-mailed Patrick explaining my dilemma. He answered by saying it was cool delivering the print on Saturday.
Saturday morning, Patrick messaged me saying he talked with Sam Flax about my situation. He asked that I please deliver the photo image to Sam Flax. Also, he mentioned needing the photo early that afternoon.
Previously, like I discussed with another guy, I had already emailed the image to Sam Flax. So, when I called Sam Flax, the print guy said he received the corrected version, the one with no fucking logo. He also said after framing the photo, someone would call me back.
Because it was nearby, I drove to a local Barnes-N-Noble bookstore. Yet, during my looking through magazines and drinking Diet Pepsi, my ass couldn’t sit still.
Because of my restlessness, I headed outside. Then, I walked around the whole plaza Barnes-N-Noble is located in. I didn’t want to be an annoying dick. Yet, as hours already passed by, I still felt like calling Sam Flax about my photo’s update.
Around 4 PM, I called anyway. I found out Patrick was picking up supplies from the store. During that trip, he picked up my finished product.
Sam Flax’s not calling me back like promised annoyed me a little bit. It looked like I was doing all that restless waiting for nothing. Yet, being angry wasn’t worth running up my already high blood pressure. The more important thing was Patrick finally got my photo. Plus Sam Flax was patient enough on correcting my ongoing problem.
Now, this Friday, my first photo is now being presented in an internationally-known photo gallery. I think I might cry again.