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| About the Photographer
David Farré is a photojournalist at the Missouri School of Journalism whose subjects include dimly lit high school football games, the people of Missouri, his friends, his family and the emerging biotechnology sector of the Kansas City bi-state region. David has worked as a staff photographer and photo editor for the Columbia Missourian and Vox Magazine. He has also been on the film crew of the Missouri Photo Workshop, a logger for Pictures of the Year and the teaching assistant for Fundamentals of Photography, or as they affectionately call it, "J340." Before coming to Missouri, David was a stringer for a couple of newspapers in central New Jersey, an SAT math teacher and student at Mason Gross School of the Arts where he made a wildly unsuccessful stab at an MFA. He is a graduate of Rutgers University where he majored in Targum and minored in economics. He has also worked as house manager of a theater, envelope stuffer, accounts payable file clerk and cigar salesman. David was born a poor black child in a small town in Puerto Rico, which has been a continuous source of embarrassment and ridicule from his immediate family who were all born in more cosmopolitan places. His father, Eudaldo, and his mother, Nilza, named his sister Azlín, which is his mother's name backward. David was spared being named Odladue, or Eudaldo III for that matter, and consequently is the only member of the family who can order a pizza without having to spell out his name. During his formative years in Mayaguez, Puerto Rico, David attended Southwestern Educational Society or Sociedad Educacional del Suroeste, which has the fortunate advantage of having the same acronym in both Spanish and English, though sadly same acronym is a homonym for a word that means"brain" in Spanish. At SESO he was editor of the yearbook, George in Our Town, president of the forensics league and confidant to the librarian. A life-long photographer, David's first newspaper photo was published on September 26, 1995. It was of Congressman Frank Pallone and it was blurry. Upon seeing his name in print he immediately decided to reinstate the use of his accent, which has been a perennial cause of consternation for the designers on the Missourian sports desk. A few weeks later he became photo editor of the Daily Targum where he covered the '96 presidential election, got on a first name basis with Christine Todd Whitman, transformed the dark room into a swanky post-deadline cocktail lounge and dated two consecutive associate managing editors. A closet lounge singer and cheese enthusiast, David lives in a small but sunny apartment in Columbia with a copy of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf.
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