A close photographer friend of mine told me a story about the type of person you need to avoid.
This type of person, always male, can be found anywhere. In this case, he was at a birthday party hosted at a colleague’s apartment. The atmosphere was typical for professionals who have recently entered their 30s: domestic wine, jeans and button-downs, tight smiles, indie-acoustic played at considerate levels.
As my friend pours a third glass of red wine, an acquaintance grabs her arm: “You have to meet my husband, he’s a photographer too!”
The husband shuffles forward. My friend asks him about his photography business.
“Oh,” he replies, “I don’t do that for work. ” A pause. “So, Canon or Nikon?”
The person you need to avoid mistakes talking about art for talking about tools.