B!G DEAL BRANDING (don’t click this yet, I have to make it make sense first)
So as you know, I like to take pictures … and when blogging about said pictures, I just sit here and type in exactly what I would say to you if you were sitting right here with me. For some of you, that’s awesome. For others, you probably hate it and you remind yourself about why you don’t hang out with me in the first place. Either way, I don’t know anything different.
So that said, we’re friends. Right? Friends tell friends about rad stuff like good movies, that cute barista, or the best thing to ever happen to your business in the history if the world. Ok, that last one was a stretch. Whatever, I said it anyways. Let me introduce you to an idea that’s not necessarily new, but is often forgotten.
Branding.
You’re probably thinking to yourself, “Self, I don’t ignore the idea of branding. I’m nicer than a cow in Bakersfield.” Yeah. Right. Let me be the first to admit guilt. I suck at this. After over 5 years, I just got my own website that wasn’t actually a free blog. It’s got pages, portfolios, slideshows, music, free candy and everything else I could think of adding without weighing it down. But I’m still failing. I’m at a standstill. Thankfully I have smart friends. They do stuff. Rad stuff. See that link up top? Now is a good time to click it. I have nothing left to say that can make a difference. However; my friends Gary and Courtney have a ton to say. Check it out, bookmark it, make it your thing. Do it … because in this sea of photographers, somebody needs to be the shark and somebody needs to be the guppy. I’m tired of being the guppy.
And for clarification, the above photo was partially taken by me, also partially starring me … but Gary, the guy up top, is the guy leading the charge. I am in the middle. Notorious DAV is on the lower portion. I’d link to everybody individually, but Gary and DAV are also phenomenal photographers and there’s no need to lift up the competition that much. I’m already guiding you to Gary’s other project. Geeze, who do you think I am? Mother Theresa? (here come the negative comments about me picking on the great Mother T. Forgettabout it. I stayed in her hospital room once, for a week! It’s like we’re soul sisters.)
