It’s taken awhile to get past the sting of losing one of my favorite gigs. When VIP Wichita Magazine’s parent company pulled the plug on us, it blindsided me and I spent a few days touring the local watering holes with my editor in a mix of reminiscence and mourning the loss of a publication he built from the ground up.
Black and white, blurry, grainy images have been on my mind for the past year. The imperfection of it makes it feel like action is happening, and the camera just barely caught it. Perfection is overrated.