08/30/2024
The 90’s.
Long hair, torn jeans, loose-fitting flannel, and Dr. Martin boots were the uniform worn by all of GenX…and the music. Grunge, The Seattle Sound. Hip hop gave us Gangsta Rap, East Coast vs. West Coast. California’s punk rock scene also ushered in ska punk/reggae rock. Industrial music gave us mashup synthpop and heavy metal that melted faces.
Some stuff happened in Country music too…I think…honestly, we weren’t listening.
This is the decade where our last intern comes to us from. As angsty and apathetic as they come Emily showed up on her first day, said, “whatever,” rolled her eyes and put her boots up on the desk. Every question was answered with, “ugh, you wouldn’t understand.” We finally had to ask the other interns if they knew how she died and let me tell you, it’s epic. Apparently she was in some dirty hole-in-the-wall venue photographing an up and coming band that one of her friends had heard was coming to town. She was shooting black and white (obviously) on her Minolta Hi-Matic 7s with a fixed lens rangefinder. She was hanging out by the stage when the bands frontman started smashing his guitar during the finale. Bits of the guitar were flying everywhere…and when he finally connected with one of the amps, a pointy chunk few off and struck Emily in the chest. The mosh pit carried on and she was pushed off to the side where everything went black.
See what I mean? Oddly enough, no one ever developed her last roll of film.
Lucky for us, is still very much into photography, so we’re gonna a make that work for us.
So happy she’s haunting us.