© Joselito Briones
i've finished some of the photos from the shoot with louis. basically i tried to make them as simple as possible and catalog-like, with blank (so whoever downloads the photos can put their own design) and plain-colored t-shirts and mix-and-match clothing items.
the postman's ringing of the doorbell woke me up today. i had to hurry up to put something on (not easy when you're still half asleep) because they usually leave in about half a minute after ringing the bell. he's here to deliver the new iphone - mati's gonna use it and i'll be using mati's, but it's registered under my name, so he asked for my i.d. i couldn't be arsed to look for my passport, so i showed him my nyc driver's license which was just in my wallet, in my pocket. he looked at it for sometime, then said it won't do (you'd think once he saw that it's a driver's license and if a license won't do, that he'd just straight away say that no, he has to see the passport - but no, he scrutinized the license). he asked to see my passport. so. fine. still half-asleep i rummaged through my drawers to find it. couldn't find it for sometime so i phoned mati to ask if he's seen it, but couldn't reach him. all this time the postman was scanning and rescanning the package (maybe he's hoping to get different results each time). finally i found my passport and handed it to him. he actually read through all the pages - when all he had to do is look at the first page where my info is. after a while he said, "your name in passport is (first name + middle name + last name), the iphone order is for (first name + last name), sorry you'll have to reorder". at which point i really can't be bothered anymore, so i said ok. he just stood there tho, like he's expecting me to argue with him or something. i mean what more does he want? that i produce another passport that satisfies his requirement? he just stood there. i didn't want to close the door on him so i just started to walk away, giving him a chance to re-scan the package if he wished, at which point he saw that i wanted nothing to do with him anymore, so he left. i closed the door and went back to bed.
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© Joselito Briones
