The Impossible Astronaut Day Selfie

It has been seven years since The Impossible Astronaut episode has aired, and about my third year "celebrating" this day.

So I originally planned to do this shoot Sunday afternoon after work but I actually ended somewhere else. I really wanted to do a shoot specifically for this occasion so I dragged my sleepy ass to Forest Park before work. I had to wake up at 9 o'clock then snooze... snooze... snooze... I started preparing at  around 10 o'clock. Luckily Forest Park is just a few minutes walk from home.

To be honest, I have planned this outfit since January. We were going around a mall in New Jersey when I found this top at the clearance section. I tried it and it fit! That's when I remembered seeing something similar to this. I didn't plan on buying anything that day but I felt like I really had to buy the red top. It was the right decision.


Anyway, getting the right clear shot was hard since I own a prehistoric camera. No bluetooth or wi-fi connectivity whatsoever. I do have a manual remote I got for like $6 in amazon but it was basically useless since the cable was short.  Even close up headshots were hard. So for this particular shoot, I had to turn the lens to manual to be able to adjust and guess the focus manually. It wasn't really that hard. Although trying to adjust the focus point without the subject was pretty hard. Some of the photos had a really blurry face. BOKEH! Char.

Most of the photos turned out great, and I'm really happy about it. All you need is a sturdy tripod, hope, a huge amount of trust on your gear and yourself, and about a dash of skill.

Trying to pretend playing the Violin a.k.a. awkward hand placing

This day is somewhat near perfect since the shoot turned out great, and also the weather was really lovely. Spring it is!

Trying to figure out what these tally marks mean

               

           

I only planned to put marks on my hand but every time I try to take photo, I see that I needed more, and then more then more... So I kind of ended up drawing a lot of stuff on both arms.

What's funny is that when I passed by a donut shop to buy some post-shoot snacks, the lady at the cashier kept on looking at the marks on my arms looking so confused and alarmed. She looked like she was freaking out and looked at me with judgmental eyes like I was some kind of freak. It made me happy though. Then a few blocks down, an old woman told me "Nice tattoo. They're fake right?" I couldn't tell her that I just used a trusty sharpie for my marks. 

But what's actually sad is that nobody really knew what the lines were for. Maybe next year, I'll go to Times Sq or Manhattan just in case I might meet whovians. Who knows, right? or maybe they seem to forget too...