As I expected, my photo book proposal was rejected. Here's the editor's sobering and slightly rambling verdict on my submission:
"While it's always great to take a look at the work of an avid image maker such as yourself, the fact is that there is an abundance of work out in the world that has shots of shop fronts, street signs and what I call the 'fun and the found' in the urban environment. The commercial prospects, from the point of view of a publisher such as (this particular company), of books based on those visual themes is simply too challenging for us to consider taking such books on. For those reasons, and with regret, I will not be taking the opportunity to pursue your proposal further. My own personal opinion is that such books are an entirely different proposition using a self-publishing model, such as the one you are already using as the work will be seen and find an audience that follows you. I urge you to continue in that vein."
Perhaps he's unfamiliar with "The Elements of Style" and its emphasis on economy of language.
Bitchy sour-grapes crankiness aside, I appreciate that he was nice about it. And as several of my readers reminded me the other day, I'm really shooting pictures because it's fun. I can't lose sight of that. Life goes on!
In other news, my gold dental inlay fell out again. You may remember I dealt with this back at the beginning of September. This time, because it happened on a weeknight (while I was eating salmon, hardly a dentally challenging food), I was able to simply call the dentist across the street and get an emergency appointment to have it reinstalled. I did have to pay a whopping £17, but I'm fine with that. I think this guy used more cement than the last dentist, which may be a good thing, although the filling doesn't seem to fit quite as well -- perhaps because there's more cement. I don't care. I just want it to stay in.
(Photo: Mayfair, last week.)