Lord Just Keep Your Dancing Shoes Off Mine

The ding dings make my head vibrate. The flashing lights probably don't help. Pinholes.. They're magic.



Couple of candles rendered in beautiful pinhole glory.



It looks like there's millions, but in reality, there's like, 6ish. Marvelous what a bit of lung power can achieve.



Much calmer, I think you'll agree.



What happens when you flash a camera at a person with glasses in the dark? Where does the light go? Maybe the Batman hides it.



See through eyelids. They're all the rage.

I Want The World Nothing Less, All The Glam And The Press.

Mum, I wouldn't bother looking at these. You won't get them and it will just break your heart :p

I've been pinholing! Digital pinholing! because I am the 21st century.

They're abstract, and conceptual, which give me +100 pretentious points. I'm currently at 5000.

But in your arms, I just wanna die.

Hokay. I am not proud of these, but if I am to be considered a genuine photographer, I shall post them.

I present to you, half of the book I recently made entitled '8 hours of bed hair'

Enjoy mon amies.



Hour 1 - 1am



Hour 2 - 2am
Still not too bad. Though I am clearly narked off at the prospect of being woken up every hour for the rest of the night already.



Hour 3 - 3am

Looking oddly freshfaced. Hair is swept on top of my head. Stylin'


Hour 4 - 4am

Still looking hot.



Hour 5 - 5am

Starting to lose it a little..



Hour 6 - 6am

Sexy town, population Moi! You knows it.



Hour 7 - 7am

How can you not want to wake up to this each morning..



Hour 8 - 8am

I'm looking about right for a Sunday morning.

9 am. Wake up time!



9 am. Wake up time!

And there we go. It's a good to know I'm hotness even when I'm unconcious.

Ahh, self deprecation. What would I be without you :)

I Spend My Cash On Looking Flash And Grabbing Your Attention

I made it onto second year with a 2.2. Had I worked harder in the year, and not had to resubmit two projects, I would have had a 2.1. Lesson learnt I guess.

The days before I found out were horrible. It was just days of fearing the worst. I won't forget that feeling in a long while.

I'm back at uni now. It's all a bit edgy in my house, but hopefully everything will settle down as we all go back to school.

I have no new photos.. Not really been in a photo mood recently, which is somewhat worrying, but there we goes.

I miss having money.

Grr..

Maybe I'm being petty. Maybe I'm being overly picky. But I'm taking some pride in my work.

The good printer jams everytime I put some paper through it.

The printer that works will only print A4. The ink is awful, and there are no distinct blacks or whites. It's all this murky green/grey.

I want to cry a little bit. I spent ages working on the contrast and colouring of these pictures. All for the Printer to shit all over them.

Well, trust me people who are grading my work so I can get onto my second year. They look amazing on screen. It's the printer letting me down.

Maybe I'll just print them off with shite paper. At least the colouring will be ok then.

I'll Hide From The World Behind A Broken Frame

I can't remember who said it.. But the phrase seems especially poignant recently. 'The writer who waits for inspiration does not write'.

I've heard a lot of nice quotes recently. There was the 'You are what you love, not what loves you'.. That struck me a little more than I'd like to admit. To be fair though, that entire film is just an emotional trip. It's beautiful though.

I miss drinking, and I miss having the money to drink. Ah swells. Hopefully I can fall into another more exciting job soonish.

Endless opportunities for photographs are presenting themselves in the next 3 days.. Let's just hope I don't kill the kids before I get that perfect shot.

Nobody Searches and Nobody Cares Somehow

A fickle pickle once said to me, 'I would never do class A's with you Kate, you'd fuck me up too much. Think about how weird you are normally!'

I wish my life was a surrealist painting, then everything would be much simpler.

So anyway, some photos yeah?

Our Liquid Lives This Is How We All Survive

I welcome you to an illustrated guide to making cake in a mug, the ultimate in ridiculous breakfasts.

Quick run down of the ingredients.



4 heaped dessert spoons of Self Raising Flour
4 spoons of Sugar
2 spoons of Cocoa
1 Egg
4 tablespoons of Milk
2 desert spoons of oil
1 Mug
1 Microwave
1,000,000 spoons



Chuck the flour into your cup.



Add the sugar.



Then the Cocoa, and mix them all up.



Crack in the egg.



And mix that in... ick..



Pour in the milk and stir.



Add the oil, and then give it a final stir, and you should be left with a brown liquid mess.



Stick it in the microwave for 3 minutes. It'll probably make a huge mess, so put a plate or some kitchen towel under the mug.



Et voila. Cake!

Loves to you all.

Doughnut?

Bloody Hell..

Good old Dexter finale being freaking amazing.

LOVES IT!

To You I'm Just A Novel That You Wish You'd Never Wrote.

Still no words from me. I'm too busy wallowing in self pity. For no reason I imagine.

Any niceness you have can be forwarded to my phone.

Have a couple of pictures.

Who Took The Bomb?

This isn't so much a proper post, as it is just putting a couple of snaps up for the sake of keeping updated.

It's questionable why. I mean, I don't think anybody looks at it. But I have to do it for my own head.. I think.