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!

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.

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)

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!!!

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.

One of my favourite portraits

Of one of my favourite people.

My Diana Mini is here!

This means a road trip up to Bendigo to pick it up. In other news, I will most likely have my first article published in a physiotherapy journal within about a month. Hoorayyyyyyy. I am living on different varieties of home made juice because I bought a new blender. I just had a breakfast smoothie, it was INCREDIBLE.

Banana
Strawberries
Oats
Rice milk
Honey
Cinnamon

I could live on this drink forever.
It is also now less than 2 months before Jamie gets here. I’m the tiniest bit worried about this volcano business.

It has been said

Life is better when you’re pompous.

High tea

We went to high tea for Kerry’s birthday. It was pure indulgence.

I had an excellent night tonight, out in Melbourne with friends for Dellie’s birthday.

I would also like to stress that I am in fact NOT going to top myself.
A few people have been concerned about this after a previous blog… I wasn’t aware I came across so emo!

I need

A break.

Less than 9 weeks now.

I get very upset sometimes.

I blame things from the past; people, environments, situations, myself.

I believe that some demons and insecurities, you  live with your whole life. If they can’t be eliminated, it’s best to ignore them, look after yourself  and just get on with it.

It’s time for a demon cleanse, and I have a lot of the little bastards.

I want a bike.

With a basket and sweet vintage step-through style. LC-A+, AGFA 200.

I just played truth or dare with Jamie for an hour. The bastard just kept saying “truth”. I think he may have been scared of what my dare would be.
It may have involved nudity.
It’s late, and I’m tired. I bought 9 pairs of underwear today, all exactly the same.

I am sick of hearing about/ seeing “fixies”.  Apparently this is becoming a subculture of its own in Melbourne? With a hierarchy of fixie enthusiast stature?

I have become obsessed with Waterfords Apple Berry Natural Mineral Water.

I’m really not making a lot of sense.

Goodnight.

The end of the roll.

I always get excited to see the final image on a roll of film. There’s something magical about half a frame seemingly emerging from a blur of colour. This one is cut off sharp by strong primaries, contrasting the serene and natural colours of the tree. I love this contrast.

This image (which I’ve posted before here) is another example of an end of roll image. It fades. Just gorgeous.

Don’t throw end of roll photos out, because what is there might be just beautiful, especially as it’s incomplete.

The most exciting things in this world are incomplete.

And the Lord said;

Come on, come on, come on,

Now touch me, baby.

Wait here.

Impatience makes you forget that you only own the present.

Jager chaos

I have always loved this image, as it captures the manic atmosphere of that night. Sometimes, I miss these days. It’s funny how things change.

Today I learnt how to put a dislocated hip  back in its socket. I’m hardcore to the max.

Anyway, main purpose of this blog-

Can people give me a theme, or a quote, or a lyric, that they would like to see represented in an image? I’d like to be given some projects, to see how imaginative I can be. It can be ANYTHING. Even just a word.
I gave Jamie this project today, his theme was “Teacup”, suggested by Geoff. I will post his result, if he succeeds in his mission! I’m in Melbourne the next few days, doing a course in St Kilda. Lots of photos will ensue in the next couple of weeks.

Who reads this??

Lomo LC-A+

I’m getting from 100-250 views a day, and about 10-15 people have commented on my blog, total. I’m really curious as to who the other people are who are following my outbursts of bullshit and creativity. If you follow my blog regularly, could you comment this blog? I’m just really curious as to who the other 100 people are. I’m sure they’re not a different hundred every day.

I’m off to Melbourne now, to see my lovely friends, drop one particularly lovely friend off at the airport, do an NDT course, work at the hospital and go to Kerry’s “High Tea” birthday party. I’ll be back Sunday, with photos.

My Diana Mini has been held up in postage apparently, but I’m saving the Velvia and Sensia for it. Agfa attack this weekend. Book to read on the train this week- Albert Camus, “The Plague.”

69 days.

Death camp.

This was a death camp in Edinburgh. It sits on top of the hill. Prisoners were made to sleep on the ground in the snow. If they moved, everyone around them would be shot, and they would be spared to deal with the guilt. How horrendously vicious!

I am currently detoxing. I have lived on grapefruit juice and water for the past 2 days. It’s SOOOO boring. However, I’m not particularly hungry, I feel quite good and I’ve lost 2.4 kilos in 48 hours.

Steam.

[please note, this was written a long time ago. jamie and i are as sickly happy as ever. in other news I GOT A TYPEWRITER!!!]

Multiple exposure FTW.

My friend Bridie edited two of my photos a couple of years ago. I think this looks awesome. Multiple exposure FTW.

Cage

Study sciences. Study specialist math. Study languages. Dux your highschool. Get into a course that requires a 96. Get high enough grades to be accepted into the academic society. Don’t do drugs. Don’t smoke. Don’t have sex. Graduate. Get a good job. Mingle. Don’t get tattoos in places that show. Smile at patronising people. Go to clubs. Wear colours. Eat 3 meals. Take out your piercings. Don’t waste your time on things people don’t understand. Date guys who don’t waste their time on art and music or smoke or look weird. Work full time. Hide your dreams because they are ridiculous and make people look at you with disappointment and confusion. Become a grade 2, a grade 3. Do a masters. Do a PhD. Open a clinic. Get married to someone with a successful career who doesn’t waste their time on art or music or smoke or look weird. Have children. Own a house. Get an investment property. Go to SE Asia for holidays. Read Twilight. Read Harry Potter. Read the Bible. Watch current affairs shows about neighbours from hell. Listen to Fox. Listen to NOVA. Believe in God. Don’t get angry. Don’t criticise. Be organised. Be tolerant.  Be a success. Choose reason over love.

Be what you SHOULD be.

I just re-read this, and realised it’s sort of like the opening to “trainspotting”. It’s not. It’s my frustration. I hate society, and its expectations. I want to escape.

formspring?

I now have a formspring, but I don’t really know what it is. I’m assuming people ask you questions on it? Ask away. I’m currently frustrated because I really want to do groceries and the shops are shut. I will not eat tonight, just because some bearded bastard decided to die, and rise, etc etc, and people decided to believe it.

SO. TARANTULATRASH FORMSPRING.

Also, a bit of portobello.

happy easter

someone had the right idea.

Back home.

Tonight I am at Geoff and Kerry’s. Kerry is cleaning, I’m drinking a green apple UDL and trying to decide whether or not I have enough energy to go and get pizza. Geoff is watching “Teen cribs” and Chani is trying to dye her hair without turning her neck black. I finished “Slaughterhouse 5″ today by Vonnegut.

In other news, I fell in love all over again last night. Although, that happens most days. Jamie.

Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt.

Poets and Thieves

This was taken outside my friend Nathan’s shop,  Poets & Thieves, Victoria Ave, Albert Park in Melbourne. It’s a gorgeous little second-hand bookstore run by very good people. Nathan found for me a first edition Green Eggs and Ham, complete with a kid’s drawings all through it with white-out. The child was coincidentally called “Jamie”. It now takes pride of place on my bookshelf.

Sweet shot

Taken at Daniel’s 21st. Lomo Fisheye 2

Babs.

Lomo Fisheye 2

an antisocial commentary.

[THE FOLLOWING IS A SMALL EXCERPT OF A LONGER PIECE I AM WORKING ON]

He opened the black moleskine and printed the words in lower-case.

“antisocial commentary.

she has the lyrics of “meat is murder” meticulously and illegibly scrawled onto her forearm with a sharpie. she smokes pink elephants halfway down and stifles her gagging with san pellegrino. she hopes to find someone here she can be dependent upon but they must have wealth and taste and culture and street cred and tattoos of obscure concepts in obvious places. in her mind he sees her across the room, she glances and does a walt-disney-esque bat of the eyelids and he is instantly hers. he takes her to his sharehouse in the inner northern suburbs and puts a hat on the doorknob to prevent the seven housemates wandering in while he has her bent over a cardboard cutout of the great robert zimmerman and watches himself in the mirror. they smoke a joint afterwards and ash into a plastic water bottle. he offers her some food knowing that there is none, and knowing she will decline because she looks like she has never eaten. he is bored and wants her to leave immediately. she is complete and has her life with him planned out. he’s gotten his load off and so has the guy in the bedroom next door. “

Chrome.

The presence of scaffolding is disappointing.