I couldn’t see how working retail would translate into a successful career in photojournalism. It didn’t, though it did motivate me to figure shit out.
Well, it’s been a lucky 13 years since I last sold a pair of Air Pegasus. Today I was back working for Nike – but as a photographer.
(Not only did I not have to fold up T-shirts, but can I add that the pay is better?? Though Nike does have crazy good health insurance for its peeps.)
The Nike World Campus is hosting a fun, 7-On-7, no contact football tournament of top h.s. football programs from across the States. Schools from Houston, E. St. Louis and Tampa, among others, were in the house.
I got the gig because of a referral from Mr. Rooter the Shooter, who needed a second rooter, er, shooter.
My sleek, sexy black Honda Civic that ALL my friends covet was bought largely with cash from the last time I worked with Dan at the Nike campus four years ago, shooting an endless soccer tournament. (Pietsch rounded out the Three Amigos.)
I’m back to lovin‘ the swoosh!
I was actually happier shooting football for some reason. Maybe because it’s easier to predict.
Or maybe because football is not boring like soccer.
Even better: LBJ.
The setting of the tournament, while competitive, is pretty laid-back. Because the way the game is played, I even spent much of the time shooting ON the field – as in the middle of the fucking field.
Can’t wait to shoot Ducks games the same way this fall!