I went up to D.C. this week for the annual photography seminar at National Geographic. My name got on the invite list because I work for NGS staff photographer Michael "Nick" Nichols at his home office, and because I work for LOOK3 (Festival of the Photograph). There were 9 of us who came up from Charlottesville and it was great to see all my festival friends out of town at an event that we were not organizing!
I spent Wednesday night in Georgetown with my dearly beloved friend, Jodi, and rode the D6 bus down to 17th Street on Thursday morning. Here is the schedule of the day's events:

All of the presentations were fantastic--I saw some work I'd seen before and some things that were completely new. Each photographer presented in their own voice (literally) and it was incredible to hear the stories and humor and personality behind the images. Even though I've done it a lot in recent years, I still LOVE hearing artists talk about their work. And sometimes I really love to talk WITH artists about their work.
That is why I introduced myself to Alec Soth.
Alec Soth is a photographer whose work I really admire--so much, in fact, that I nominated him to be included in one of the shows at this year's LOOK3 (the board will not make their decisions until March so my fingers remain crossed). Here is an example of Soth's work:

Charles, Vasa, Minnesota, 2002
It was great to hear him talk on stage at NGS, to see him in his beard and baseball cap. But I wanted a little more.
So during the cocktail reception, somewhere between catching up with friends from NGS and LOOK3, hearing about Nick's recent Kenya trip from the perspective of his assistant, Nathan, and eating about a dozen yummy kabobs, I found Alec Soth and introduced myself.
Mostly, we made small talk for a few minutes.
Cut to several hours later: the after party at Tim Kelly's house. I spent the first couple of hours chatting with friends, drinking wine, eating far too much from the plate of assorted Italian meats and cheeses, exploring the gorgeous house, watching the pair of rabbits that live in their own bedroom on the fourth floor, and meeting new photographers. Finally, though, I'd had enough.
You see, since I was very young, I've been pretty good at going to parties and... schmoozing. My dad, an admitted "strong, silent" type, is a businessman who works at the state and national level in his field. Through him I was exposed to cocktail parties and formal dinners, to shaking hands and meeting new people. Through my mom, I inherited a quick smile, the urge to make people feel comfortable, and, frankly, charm. All said, I'm pretty good at going to a party full of mostly strangers and engaging people. On the other hand, for all my trained extroversion, I'm also a true introvert (shy around new people, inclined to observe much and say little). After a full day of meeting new folks and shaking lots of hands, I was tired. So I took my glass of wine and sat down on the empty sofa in the living room. Even though I was happy to just be with myself for a little while, I thought, "God, I'm being SO socially awkward right now... Everyone else is chatting all around the house and I'm sitting here alone..." And that's when Alec Soth came and sat with me.
He agreed that I was being socially awkward. We discussed it.
But then, because we were in a more comfortable environment than the cafeteria at NGS (nice, but not as nice as a Woodley Park living room), we could talk more openly. I asked questions about his photographic process. I told him his beard was nice. We talked about how he approaches his subjects and how his free associations inspire his work, leading from the creation of one photograph to the next. I told him about one of my own associations, how a particular moment in a yard had started me off on this landscape project I've been working on for the last fifteen months. I haven't told too many people where these photographs are coming from inside me, but I told him because I knew he'd "get" it and because it was late and there was a lot of wine.
You know what he said? He said, "That's a great idea. I'm going to steal that one."
So for now, this entry is entitled "Alec Soth Called Me 'Socially Awkward'", but if he steals my idea and makes an award-winning book about it, I'll change the title to something slightly more inflammatory, like, "Alec Soth Got Me Drunk And Stole My Project."
The end.
