He talked for what felt like about six hours but was probably more like one and went off on tangents like the one about time in the [some decade]s when he smoked a ton of "reefer" and really identified with the praying mantises on his farm.
I started taking pictures like this, which I think captures the mood:
Toward the end, Barkley and I were just silently giggling. A favorite quote: "This picture really cranks the space, doesn't it?" For the last 10 minutes or so he talked much less and just showed incredible photographs from a party he shot last summer. (The thing about being the world's best party photographer may well be true.)Here's a photo of the cocktail party afterward:
Really cranks the space, doesn't it?
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Wait, so he only photographs parties? That's quite a small, glamarous niche. I think I'm going to declare myself the world's greatest photographer of something I'd like to do all the time. Tubing behind a boat on a balmy summer evening? Reading near a window while it's snowing? Can I be the world's greatest photographer of either of those?
Cranks the hell out of it.
Barkley thinks the quote was actually "The space really cranks in this photo." So whether the photo cranks the space or the space cranks itself, I'm still cranky. Bwahhahahaha I crack myself up.
I happen to be the world's greatest portrait photographer of the world's greatest party photographers.
I want to be the world's greatest photographer of my bedsheets.
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