We work like crazy. As a studio manager/producer/assistant/blogger life very rarely slows down to the point where I can step back and reflect on it. When it does though, I find myself mulling over aspects of this job that might seem so inconsequential, but for me hold deeper meanings. Iâ€™ve decided to start this monthly series on the blog to take a minute and stop, reflect, and write about some of the aspects of being a studio manager that really impact me. These are my studio manager meditations.
Way back in 2010, one of the first things I did as an assistant and studio manger working for Chris was promptly wreck my Achilles Tendon. Blame it on vanity, or maybe just purely on stupidity, and take my advice when I say to never assist in Sperry Top-Siders (they donâ€™t make great shoes for hauling photo gear).Â Months of physical therapy later, I was stuck per doctors orders, with sneakers for the rest of my photo assisting days. Since the wound was still tender, I rounded out the year of 2010 in a pair of very sporty and very lame running shoes.
2011 was a new year and I knew that it required a new beginning in the footwear department. The Crisman team had arranged for an awesome expedition down to Florida to shoot a self-funded and self-produced lifestyle project, and I felt this was the prime opportunity to break out a new set of sneakers – not just any trainers, these would be my assisting shoes. These would be the sneakers to take me to Florida and well beyond.
Enter the Saucony Bullet. Certainly an athletic shoe, but with a touch of modesty. Supportive yet stylist – these were my compromise between a sensible shoe that would protect my feet and a style conscious decision. Damaged Achilles or no, as an assistant you spend a lot of time on your feet – you might as well be comfortable.
Starting in 2011 and lasting well beyond their expected or reasonable lifetime, these shoes grew to be a part of my assistant kit. The first item packed into my travel bag, as time went on and they began to wear and tear, my connection with my sneakers grew ever fonder. Beyond any reasonable lifespan, I pressed onward, refusing to let these shoes go.
In my tenure on the Crisman crew, these shoes coincided with a clear shift in our process – for lack of a better explanation, we hit the road. From 2011 onward, my Sauconyâ€™s and I have logged hundreds of thousands of miles, spanning cities, states, and countries. Weâ€™ve hit the north, south, east, west – deserts, tropics, great plains, and everywhere in between. Itâ€™s hard not to grow attached to the well worn companion that you trust to get you from point A to B.
Two years is a long tenure for a shoe and byÂ the fall of 2013 I knew it was time. The tread was bare, the fabric was soiled, the seams were splitting – sadly it was time to retire my trusty pair of assistant shoes. At that point, there was only one solid option in my mind for a replacement; same shoe, new color.
Six months out on my replacement pair, I canâ€™t help but looks towards the future. Where will these new soles take me? What adventures lie ahead for myself and my trustworthy trainers? Only time will tell.