more of the week

Wednesday in food writing all we did was proof reading and brainstorming for marketing and publicity. It was a short session. In Italian, our professor asked us what we did on spring break. Be careful with the pronunciation of “casino” because casinò means you played in a gambling establishment, a casino means you played in a brothel establishment. I went directly from class to Swedish aperitivo with Agata and Sergio at the bar and the football/soccer game.

Thursday we made a baked cod dish in Food & Society. My professor tasted our dish and noted that the onions should melt in one’s mouth a bit more. That would require more cooking time than we had available in class, he said. “But the taste is perfect.” Awesome. Food photography was devoted to shooting wine, bottles, glasses, and how to deal with both transparency and reflection. From then it was straight to Ganzo for a portrait workshop with David, one of the photography professors. Portraits, candid or otherwise, are probably my favorite thing to shoot. So that was really fun. And David, who guest-lectured my food writing class for the graphic-layout sessions and said our work was something akin to retard-monkeys, said this shot had “excellent” composure:
So that was a nice redemption/vindication.

That night I hung out with The Girls Next Floor. We drank screwdrivers at their apartment and at Salamanca. And a little sangria of course. Then Jessica (from upstairs) and I went on a hunt for kebabs and dropped by the cultural association for vodka shots. We ran into some other friends outside so went to 2wenty 1ne and Twice to do some dancing. Great night.