Jungle jungle

I have a pretty pretty Sony Cybershot and new shoeesssss!! Here is a moderately weird self portrait in which I have some form of leaf product in my hair. I’ve had 2 weeks off work but barely been home. I’ve also been trying to kill a horrendous coldsore for the past week. I’m soooo sexy. In other news, pleeeease check out my fashion blog.

Fashion blog take 2

So, I started one, then deleted it, and restarted it. Here’s the new one- which will now not be deleted. Hooorayyyyyy! Click below. Sorry about the confusion Anwa 🙂

Follow it on bloglovin! I am friendless yet again!

photobooth

this photobooth made me look like i have dirt running down my neck. damn chapel st.  i don’t, really.

i deleted the fashion blog because i was lazy- isn’t that appalling!???
i know i’ve been really, really bad at blogging lately- i’m sorry! just insanely busy and my camera is still broken. i’ve managed to lose around 4-5 kilos since jamie left, which is the single perk.  he also set up his own photography website, go look!

ultimate frisbee tournament tomorrow for the Victorian Teacher’s Games. pumped!!!!

i have also decided that i’m going to do nanowrimo. someone else do it with me!

ALSO, i am obsessed with finding out what the background music is on this site- FRAVSHOP.COM. they not only have GREAT clothing, I have had the background music on loop for at least an hour.

merh.

my camera is broken, my boyfriend has gone back to england, my house is a mess, i’m sick and i don’t know what to do with myself. i’m sitting on the couch crying, eating peanut butter from the jar with my finger.

woooooooooooo.

Dear Cornelius.

This very attractive photo was taken by Geoff and features not only the man of my dreams, but also a man I would like to stress my appreciation and love for, Mark. Mark is one of my favourite people, and I am very, very glad he is here for me to have supernatural marathons with.

Versailles

I finally got a film back I’d taken in Paris and Cork, Ireland. No prints yet, but I scanned the negatives and I thought these came out alright. Currently incredibly pissed off at the owner of the Mill Markets in Ballarat, because he/she decided two days before my exhibition that putting stalls in the artspace would make more money. Hence, no exhibition.

Today I spent far too much money on wool, and spent an hour and a half in the doctor’s waiting room. Now my house smells like bacon.

Tired.

I really like my job, but I have far too much responsibility for someone who has just come out of uni.

My camera is still broken, which is hella frustrating and is affecting my ability to blog due to lack of photos.

I am now a redhead. That’s right. Full on ranga.

Today I got a pay rise and back pay. And what will I spend it on? That’s right, dentistry.

Merhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Update on knitting: 1/8 of scarf completed. I’m rockin’ it.

Today I am going to learn to knit.

For the past two weeks Jamie has been dragging me to the gym every day. I ran 10km on Monday, and I was so proud. Now, my hip is screwed and I can barely walk. Why am I telling you this? Because screwing my hip means I now have time to blog whilst Jamie is at the gym. I have a couple of things to update you on:

• My exhibition “the aesthetic of imperfection” has now changed date and venue. It will now be at the Ballarat Mill Markets, which is awesome because a lot more people will see my stuff. The opening is on August 7th, 4-6.
• My LC-A+ is still broken.
• I have salvaged a few photos from the film the LC-A died whilst taking, and have just scanned the negatives- no prints yet. I imagine the prints will be significantly different.

• I have purchased wool, and tonight I plan on learning to knit.

I will blog again soon! I miss you guys! I’m just making the most of having my boyfriend here, and that generally doesn’t involve sitting in front of the computer.

Back at home!

This is my englishman playing soccer in my dad’s backyard in Tassie, taken with his Diana mini. I go back to work tomorrow, after 2 weeks off. I’m not overly excited about this. I’ll be back to blogging regularly now, as I’m actually home!

The reason I’ve been a bad blogger..

Lots of things have been happening! I’ve spent the past week in Tasmania with my gorgeous Englishman, away from phone reception and internet. I also have some terrible, terrible news.

My LC-A+ is broken. The shutter release is fucked.

Jamie took this with his Canon 400D. I think it’s spectacular.

I have a roll I’ve been waiting 3 weeks to get back, and one half roll of slide film from when my LC-A broke. Devastated.
In other news, it is true that boyfriends make you fat. I’ve gained about 4 kilos since he got here three weeks ago. AWESOME. HOORAY.

Pigeons!!!!

Finally;

Ash can has a Jamie.

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JAMIE IS LEAVING TODAY

Me, by Geoff, with my LC-A+. Taken at Red Tongue, Brunswick street, Fitzroy. Again, note the incredible hat.

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I am so excited, I have had to change my pants four times today already. I can also remember when there were 180 days to go, and retrospectively the time has flown.

Grainy goodness

Complete with finger blur. I’m awesome.

Brownies!

My friend Geoff has very recently become rampantly passionate about Box Brownies. These were taken with a Six-20 Bullseye. To convert 120 to be compatible with a 620 camera, he shaves around the edges of the 120 spool.

This is the backyard of my cottage, featuring me and Kerry. I believe in the second shot I was attempting not to fall off the little wall of bricks. I like the light leaks. I also like my cottage.

In other news, we just realised that the mulled wine we made in the slow cooker a week ago, is in fact still in the slow cooker today. We are reheating, mulling, consuming. Is that disgusting?

Jamie leaves England tomorrow, and will be with me by Tuesday night. Completion.

UPDATE: To drink mulled wine that has been fermenting for a week is an error.

Thank you for reading.

Hello. My name is Ash. I am 23 years old. I am a paediatric physiotherapist.  I like sweet potato. Today a man came and put new light bulbs in my house and they hurt my eyes. The hairdresser put a steam globe over my head and it made my eyelashes stick together. I have a new old hat and some sweet shoulderpads. Thank you for reading.

ADDITION: can someone bring me some lollies plz.

EXTRA ADDITION: it’s ok, I went and got some from the petrol station.

Oh hallo, Mr ghost.

True ghost. I swear. Just floatin’ around in the house. Smenaaaaa.

I am horrendously irritable. It’s lasted a week. I’m hoping it goes away soon. Tonight I’m getting my hair done, which may help. It’s a month until my exhibition and I’m sooooo disorganised. I want so many things I can’t afford. I have 5 kilos too many on me at any given time. I’m sick of rude people. I’m sick of people talking mindless shit. I can’t tolerate it. I am a cynical semi-hermit.

I’m also going through a massive “I have no talent whatsoever” phase, which depresses me and makes me entirely unmotivated, and makes me feel like anyone could pick up a camera and take photos of similar or better quality and character.

BUT.  I don’t do this to impress people. I like the photos I take. No one else can take photos like I can, because they reflect me. They’re different, imperfect, and I have complete ownership over every one of them. (I have to keep telling myself that)

Hi Chopper draw me a picture plz.

Once, I knocked on the window of Chopper’s gallery in Melbourne while he was painting. He invited us in. My two friends got photos with him. He drew me this picture and spoke about being in gaol. Nice bloke. I was only slightly scared.

Sex pistols

This is a photo of my mum and dad back before I existed. If you look carefully you can see that it says “Sex Pistols” on the wall behind them. This will always be my favourite photo. It sits in a frame in my lounge room.

6 days until I drive to pick up Jamie from the airport. Still not feeling real. He has some new photos up he took with his Diana Mini, you should go look!

I bought a pair of denim shorts off ebay, and they arrived with a free “versace” white vintage singlet. It was odd, but no complaints 🙂

One New Years Eve.

This is one of my favourite photos, taken of Daniel and Bridie- two very excellent people, one new years’ eve at my old place in Kensington.

I’m off work sick today, waiting for the man from Jim’s Mowing to come around and hack my nature strip. My eyes won’t stop watering, my body aches and I’m freezing even though I have a woolen jacket on and the heater blaring. Blergh.

Hello, Ebay dress I can’t financially justify

I shall wear the shit out of you.

(This is not me, it is the model in the picture. They have a blog, too)

Today will be excellent, we’re going to Savers (thrift superstore), Vegie Bar on Brunswick st for lunch, and lots of photo-ing armed with Box Brownies, a Smena and the good old LC-A+. I love Melbourne.

EDIT: APPARENTLY THEIR BLOG NO LONGER EXISTS.

Yet another end of roll image.

I like.

I have had an interesting week, to say the least. Work has been hectic, reports for the kids are due and I’ve had to write around 50. This is one of the main reasons I’ve been such an infrequent blogger. That, and I have a few films needing developing that I just haven’t gotten to yet.

Jamie gets here in 12 days. I’m excited, but it still doesn’t feel real.

It’s been reinforced to me this week that you can’t take people at face value. Someone who has been very nice to my face, was the opposite behind my back and it really hurt not only me, but other people. Trust factor 0. Bit of a rollercoaster week, really.

5 months of missing you.

It’s been exactly 5 months since the day Jamie and I met. It’s also  been exactly 5 months since we decided we had to spend the rest of our lives together.

It’s been 4 months and 25 days since I’ve seen him.
He is here in 16 days. It’s going way, way too slow.

All I want for christmas

Is an LC-A Instant Back+. Pleaseeeeeee?

Our time will come.

My first Diana Mini roll was entirely overexposed, due to my error. I still got a couple of shots I liked though.

Also, go check out Anwa‘s blog. I do.

Dear Prudence.

I know I’ve been a bad blogger!!!!! I won’t be from now on!! It’s been what, a week?

20 days!!!

Negative scanners.

I just bought a negative scanner.

Print.

Scanned Negative

Print

Scanned Negative

I am not particularly happy.

Super8.

I’ve long wanted to make a film using 8mm film- there are loads of super8 cameras around, and they’re really not that expensive. What is expensive is the process of getting the film developed and then converted to digital format (unless you have a projector, viewer and sweet editing skills).

This video was made by my very talented friends Chris and Liam.
I think it’s utterly beautiful, and wanted to share it with everyone. I may steal their camera at some stage.

Exhibition.

I am having an exhibition in July 🙂  It is being held at a gorgeous vintage store/gallery space on Sturt street, Ballarat, Dear Prudence Vintage, and will run for a month.

I have a 2X2 metre white wall space,  a bench and if I need it, a 1X2 black piece of wall/board. The next couple of weeks are going to be spent scrapping idea after idea until I can appease my perfectionist self.

This needs no explanation.

My first snow.

This is my first experience of falling snow. I was walking up Royal Mile in Edinburgh, Scotland. Behind me is Edinburgh Castle. I had to buy an emergency hat, it snowed that much. Don’t I look ridiculously attractive.

If anyone was wondering, that scarf is from River Island and is incredible.

Photos of photos.

I took these of digital photos on my computer screen. I freaking love them.

It’s a month until I pick Jamie up from Tullamarine Airport. It’s starting to feel more real.

Which way to go?

I’m having trouble working out what I want to do with the next 18 months of my life. Any help would be greatly appreciated.

Ruv.

I look at this and wish it hadn’t come out so shiny. But then again, the world IS shiny.

Ah nu!

I went out with Geoff and Liam this weekend, armed with both LC-A+ and Diana mini. Photographs will ensue. In the meantime, I’m running low of quality shots to blog! So here’s one of the State Library, Melbourne. It’s not overly exciting.

Hardcore detox atm, until Jamie gets here in 35 days.

Officially a Physio.

I have graduated, after working full time as a physio for 4 months. It’s sort of an anticlimax. This is Alesha and me- she told me to blog about her.
THERE YOU GO LESH.

What WAS exciting was finding out I got onto the Dean’s Honour List, for being in the top 5% of all La Trobe University graduates for 2010. HOORAYYYY.

I got a headache today, because I couldn’t move my head and crack my neck because of those stupid caps you have to wear.

In other news, 40 days left.

Another end of roll image..

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As I have previously blogged, I adore finding a gorgeous end of roll image. I think this is a beautiful example of the mysterious nature of  incompletion. You just can’t get this with digital.

Melbourne

I adore this city.

42 Days!!!

Candids on the internet- Y or N?

I’m interested to know what people think about taking candid photos.

I love candids, and I see a lot of them floating around on blogs; particularly on fashion blogs. I wouldn’t mind if someone posted a candid of me, but I know some people would. Is it OK to post them as long as their face isn’t showing? Or do you just post them regardless?  I don’t often find the opportunity to take a candid shot as I feel if people saw me, they would think I was some sort of creep and possibly chase me down the street.

This candid, for instance, is of a painfully cute little girl chasing seagulls with a stick. I feel it’s ok to post it on a blog because her face isn’t showing. If her face was showing, and for some reason her parents saw her posted on a 23 year old amateur photographer’s blog, I feel they would be totally pissed off.

I need opinions!!!

Ballarat.

Ballarat.

People jump on your car when it is parked outside your house.
People steal your mail from your mail box.
You get kept awake by people cutting fully sick laps.
People wear slippers in the supermarket.
Haggard men follow you making cat noises;
and the girl with the slicked back pony tail who works in the shop always wants to talk to you that tiny bit too long.

BUT

It has incredible op shops.
The local art scene is doing alright for itself.
You can afford a wonderful place for the price of a shanty in Melbourne.
There is a place that does incredibly good pizza.
When you go out, you are usually dressed better than 98% of people;
and the entire town is a lomographers dream.

Graf Toffwaffle Von Liechtenstein.

How splendidly peculiar.

I now have a deviantART account.
I will be putting images on said account, some of which will be available to buy as prints. Prints on deviantART are wickedly cheap, so I suggest you go and buy some of mine. There is very little on there at the moment, but over the next couple of weeks there will be.

Also, if you have a deviantART account, be my friend!!!

Rizzo on the kitchen floor.

Power shoulders and velvet.

Whilst my boyfriend blogs about art, politics and philosophy, I blog about shoulder embellishments and fake velvet and pull weird faces. Ironically, my webcam makes the embellishments and velvet near invisible, just leaving the ridiculous faces. Woe.

$4 embellished bolero from op shop, velvet Lisa Ho dress $40 ebay, velvetine dress $20 H&M, Jacket $7 from op shop (with velvet lapels you can’t see in the shitty webcam argh!)

I’m still counting.

4 months of love today.

46 days until I see him again.

Probably not going to let him go back to England. Even if I have to chain him to my house.

While we’re fisheye-ing

Here’s one of me, by Gianna. In a vegan-ish stage, rockin’ the pleather.

In other news, I am currently eating milo out of the tin.

Meatshake.

One, two, three, four.
Get ya booty on the dance floor;

Work it out. Shake it little momma,
Let me see ya do the Jane Fonda.

Daniellawl.

Today is Daniel’s birthday. Daniel is one of my best friends. I ruv.

LEINAD. HAPPY DAY OF BIRTH.

Go visit his blog, I enjoy it.

In other news, I almost passed out today at a dance class. Full on, black-in-front-of-the-eyes semi pass out. I think today I may have eaten too many plums, and not enough bread. Or something. Isn’t that how it goes?

I got my Diana Mini in the mail. I’m hoping Ballarat decides to stop being a bitch so I can go out and take photos of it on the weekend. I’m not sure I’m going to survive this winter.

as the wind overpowers a weak tree.

“Those who dwell on the attractiveness of sensual enjoyments, and live with the senses unguarded, and are immoderate with eating, they are slothful and weak in perseverance and will-power. Emotions overpower such persons as easily as the wind overpowers a weak tree.”

Oh Buddha, how I am being quickly converted by thee.

49 days.

My hair is no longer black.



And now I can barely afford to live for the next two weeks.

Also, the affair I’m having with a communist from London has been uncovered. I will now be moving to London instead, to be with him. Sorry if that ruins your fairytale, everyone.