My TIFF, 2013: 11 days, 45 events, 2 throbbing feet, 1 pair of hunched shoulders, and 1 right hand permanently shaped in a camera-holding claw.
At first I thought this chaotic gig would be a strictly red carpet, celebrity-snapping job, but luckily, I was tasked to cover the gamut of Festival offerings beyond that, including the Doc Conference and some epic industry parties, observed Deepa Mehta work with future filmmakers in the Talent Lab program, met some great photographers (particularly the chill dudes in the Midnight Madness pit), and sat in on multiple conversations and Q&As, notably one with the gushworthy Spike Jonze. Heart! Be still!
So as lovely as my sleep-in was this morning (and boy, it sure was lovely), I have to admit I'm already experiencing the subtle effects of Festival photography withdrawal. Maybe, just maybe, I'm a sucker for pain... But, you know, perhaps the pay-off was kinda worth it.
See you next year?