Moving. Yet again. Because this ducking stupid—
No. Get yourself under control. You know what happened that time—
Okay. New school. Mmhm. It's alright.
He arrives at the school...
Stiles pouts and asks questions about the software, mostly.
"-and using stuff like this is kind of an extension of the pictorial style, I mean, if you look at Steichen's photograph of the Flatiron it looks a lot like someone played around with Photoshop."
"Are you saying we could outdo one of the greatest American photographers right now?"
"Not the greatest; if I'm looking for art for its own sake, I'll find a painter. The greatest photographers are the journalists."
(Stiles pouting might get kisses.)
And Matt nerding about photography: one, super cute, and two, super interesting. She doesn't have a lot to contribute to the discussion but she sure does pay attention and is actually interested. Quick learner, too.
"I'm not saying pholography is out of style," Danny insists, as the other members start packing up.
"I think you're really good at what you do."
"No, you just think a computer can do it better."
He places his camera back into its case.
"That's because it can. Resolution is in, dedicated cameras are out."
(...Danny was flirting with Matt. That is really adorable. She hopes it works out.)
"Pretty sure there are relevant things other than just resolution."
Stiles drives, graciously offering her the passenger seat.
"We have to stop by Allison's place to pick her up, we'll meet up with Scott at home."
They make their way to Allison's house.
"Should just be a few minutes."
He heads to the door and knocks.
After a few minutes, the woman who answers the door lets him inside, and beckons her.
"So, I hear the four of you are going to be watching a movie together."
"Yeah. Scott and Allison haven't seen Star Wars, and Sadde didn't like it. I'm a solutions man."