Friday, 7 December 2007

Top Marks For Not Trying

I think it's common knowledge that I'm lazy.

Equally, a lesser known fact is, I've taken a zillion photo's recently. They all seem too samey though.

My camera is apparently broken. It's fine in normal light (you know, flourescent lights, daylight etc), but drag the thing kicking and screaming into a studio, What some would consider the Camera's spiritual home. Its Mecca, It's Lourdes, you know the dealio, and it decides 'No. I'm not playing this game'.

I learnt this today, and I was saddened.

All the shots come out massivly overexposed. Now, because I'm amazing, I did manage to get some pretty funky shots. Equally, It was irritating because I was trying to do a Portraits/Fashion shoot. (Thats what the brief was for...)

It took an hour to figure out the camera has some flaw. I was just glad to know I wasn't being a dip and shooting in the wrong mode, with the wrong apperture or something equally silly. But, when even a seasoned lecturer is stumped, you know it's not entirely your bad.

So, For your benefit. I am providing you with entertainment from my first official uni photo shoot. Unfortunatly, Nudity featured.

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Hairless, my dear chum. He serenaded me with High School Musical tunes, and I appreciated it. Good old HSM. It's funky stuff kiddies. I will also note here, Thank you guys for bearing with me for 2 hours while we faffed about with lighting and flashes.

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Mmm, A breif pause in Grants ceasless over posing. A particular favourite was the fake laugh and point.

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Hot Stuff.

I take this picture as proof that I am a proffessional. Even If I just had to keep repeating under my breath 'he's just a giant piece of meat'...

Funny story actually. While young hairless was undressing for this hilarity, a group of prospective students entered the studio on an open day tour. Cue endless giggling and hairless hiding behind a reflecter, with no clothing to save him.

Sunday, 25 November 2007

Bustin' Makes Me Feel Good

This week has seen the coming and going of a strange and twisted love affair with Ray Parker Jr, Possibly the most pointless college trip ever embarked upon, getting drunk whilst spending no money whatsoever, and most excitingly snow!

I say exciting. The concept of snow is exciting. Actual snow is very very cold, and inevitably means I will be very very cold, regardless of being in or out of my house. The looming threat that our heater might be taken away in the name of 'health and safety' only worsens my hatred of winter.

Winter is an essentially pointless season. Made all the worse by a lack of car.

On with the pictures of the cold fluffy stuff!

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My housemates were not at all appreciative of my art when it meant leaving the front door open for 15 minutes whilst I pissed around in the snow.

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I just liked the look of this. No witty comment here I'm afraid. The snow looks good though.

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I'm almost positive, that snowflakes are suicidal pieces of cloud. Why else would they fall from the sky onto hot objects like lamps. Or leave themselves open to be trod on. Rise up my snow bretherin! Together we will form a sky revoloution!

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'I'm safe from the snow, because I have a heater and a car. I can witness the loveliness that is the snow, from a warm, safe, and dry area.'

Well fine mr. Car. I hate you, and hope you break down sometime in the very near future.

Sunday, 4 November 2007

Get Some Colours On

It struk me at about 4ish this morning..

A lot of super commented pictures are macro's of flowers or black and white. These are generally boring. Even if I do resort to it on occassion. I try and avoid it. Empty Kopprberg cans and the hole I burned into a sheet by leaving hair straigteners on it are far more telling of what being a photographer is about.

But, for you mother, I will avoid posting the horror that is studenty digs. You've been there before, you don't need to relive the horror.

Pasta for the win!

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Dave is a legend amongst men and Spartans alike. He strikes the landscape as if it was a wounded ferrit. Pounce and snap. The ferrits neck I mean.

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If lectures have taught me anything so far, it's that sequencing is very important in reguards to the layout of Photographs. Thusly, I present to you, a tree from the park Dave and I visited on the way home from college. It fits in, because the previous picture was taken whilst leaning against the starring tree. Because I'm lazy. Tree's are not a great love of mine.. They don't hold mystic legends of the past I can capture in Photography, however, they sometimes look funny, which I why I document them.

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Mmm, faux artist! It was dark, there was a train. Funnily enough at the train station. This prompted loud comments about heroin.

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I sneezed whilst trying to hold the camera still. I liked it. It makes me feel pretentious and neon, both at the same time!

Sunday, 28 October 2007

But I Worked Something Out Last Night, That Changed This Little Boys Brain

There’s a car advert out at the moment.

It features the song ‘Sittin’ on the Dock of the Bay’ by Otis Redding. Perhaps foolishly, I always feel sad when the advert comes onto the television..

The song was played at my Gramp’s funeral. I wasn’t nearly old enough to remember the event. I’m not even sure I was actually there, but it’s a little fact I know. My Mum once told me she was going to ruin the song for me, and told me she wanted it played at her own funeral.

Death isn’t something I like to dwell on. I’m sure that’s probably the case for all people. I’m not too concerned with my own death, it’s the fact that people I love will someday die. I constantly fret that my Mum will die everytime she is ill. Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a ridiculous notion when you understand the complexity of a disease she and my uncle live with. That’s half my issue with moving away from home. Is that I’m not there…

This is all arbitrary though. My main focus of this was to clarify what songs I would like played at my funeral should it hit sometime soon.

Oasis – She’s Electric
No reason, not because I think I’m amazing, or relate to the song. I just remember loving it when I was younger and in one particular memory, singing it the car to my Nans house.

The Libertines – What Katie Did
Purely some self loving here. Katie is my name. End.

The Wombats – Let’s Dance To Joy Division
I enjoy the prospect of inanity. I also enjoy being inappropriate. I’d like to see people being confused about a dancey indie tune at a morbid funeral.

I don’t want people to wear suits.. Equally I don’t want people to wear clothes they’d be uncomfortable wearing to a funeral. In fact, I want people to wear the clothes they’d wear was this just a general day. I don’t want to put people through the hassle of suits and the like.

Of course.. I plan this, having never been to a funeral at the age of 19. Perhaps everything I plan is inappropriate or awkward. But that’s the way I see it in my head, and that’s the only way I’ll ever get to see my own funeral.

Friday, 12 October 2007

My Stomachs Turning, My Bodies Burning

Migraines are the shit. I don’t mean that in a good way either.

To make things worse, I have at least 9 drunk boys shouting and squealing downstairs. Every so often, the throbbing in my head matches the beat of the music. Though, this should not be seen as enjoyable. To the contrary, I’m in severe pain. Even prescription painkillers aren’t helping. This said, blogging in front of a brightly lit screen is probably aggravating it to a further extent.

I took some pictures yesterday, during brief respites in the rain. They’re of my garden, and I’m not really getting out all that much due to some strange undiagnosable illness. I suspect it may be not sleeping till 4am most mornings finally catching up with me though. It’s a shame nytol just doesn’t seem to work.

I miss my friends. I miss my family. I miss sky TV.

In reality, I’m amazingly materialistic, and go against the general pretentious artist beatnik vein.

I’ve not decided if this is good or not.

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A rusty old bike tucked between the house and a shed I'm too scared to go into. Theres a high risk of spiders. It's probably not a good idea to use the bike, but something in my stomach tells me it's not a pile of crap, but rather, a pile of adventure!

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These leaves just looked pretty. Amongst the brambles, stinging nettles, rotten apples and various other weeds and nastiness. I wish my room was this colour..

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I like rainbows, because I'm a girl.

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We are students. We are the height of sophistication in our wit and humour.

Monday, 8 October 2007

Three Digit Fix

I can’t bring myself to explain why I’m once again blogging.

All previous attempts at blogging have gone somewhat awry. Probably due to a lack of commitment on my own part.

This all said, I really don’t want this to turn into a ‘My life is so hard, nobody understands my problems, which are deep and numerous, except you – Internet people!’

My life, in reality, has been cushy as hell. I have issues, but hell, nowadays, who doesn’t. As far as psychologically analysing people goes, everybody’s depressed apparently. I should know, having an A Level in a subject makes you an expert in my head.

I’m generally full of desire and motivation to write something. Write anything really. I just like the letters. I like my overly elaborate handwriting, I love finding a font that is anything but Comic Sans, and then pretending I’m sophisticated as hell.

I like to take Photo’s, but since I arrived in this vast sprawling city of Hereford for University, the only photo’ I’ve actually taken are of housemates to show my little brothers. University, thus far, is a bit of a drag, as we have not yet touched upon picking up a camera. I need a project. Unfortunately I don’t know how to just go out and take pictures for myself. This said, that probably stems from the fact that I’m convinced theirs really not that much to take new pictures of. In my head, I’m on an unceasing quest to find something original. I can’t deal with landscapes. They do my head in. Yes, they’re pretty, and yes, the sunset is gorgeous… But there’s only so many times you can ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ over vast stretches of green with a sky of reds and pinks.

Hopefully blogging will encourage me to take more shots, if only to storybook these ‘thoughts for the day’.

I’d quite like to go home. Because my house is too cold, and I may be cursed, as in my two weeks here, I’ve broken 2 glasses. And I’m too lazy to tidy my room. In which there is a broken mug from 3 days ago…

P.S. Genuine Prize for the first person to tell me where my blog title came from.