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It's just a hiatus.

.eric


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Eric Macklin is a singularly generic photographer.
Devoid of any sense of personal inspiration, Eric grinds through the
routine of being a professional photographer with all the charm & wit
of an 8 year old at the doctors office.

Constantly at odds with creative directors & art buyers alike, Macklin
imitates the motions he's seen other photographers go through in
studios where someone actually cares about the work, while still
missing the ability to connect with anyone on set beyond ordering
coffee from his assistant (whom he is also, obviously, alienating &
discouraging.)

Without a decisive style, and missing any semblance of craftsmanship,
Eric persistently attempts to manipulate each photo shoot to his own
ends.

Those ends being simply: to get the hell out of there.

Eric is really only truly happy at home drinking beer in his underwear
and robe, cursing the ineptitude of Art Directors everywhere, or
sitting on his surfboard, cursing the tiny waves this god-awful planet
is always screwing him with while his feet go numb.

More suited to low-end weddings or bar-mitzvahs, Macklin is convinced
he is the next big thing. He won't compare himself to any other
contemporary photographer since, in his words:
"All those jerks did it wrong from the beginning."

Eric Macklin is here to usher in a new era of photography.

With as little effort as possible.