Saturday, May 14, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
You feel like the beginning of your day was a waste of your time.
You feel un-easy; maybe it’s the stomach bug?
It’s the lifestyle you want.
David Bowie comes on, Lady grinning soul, you smile.
You think even though the morning sucked, Bowie is here.
The Cure, Lullaby.
You feel like you’ve lost your quirkiness.
You suddenly remember the friends you lost, but didn’t really ‘loose’
Spider man is having me for dinner tonight.
You feel like you’re loosing faith.
You start to see the difference in surroundings.
You see a sign you’ve never noticed before
“Smart critiques, stupid creates” you wonder why it’s there.
You start to question the direction of your own life.
You start remembering that you are cool.
Bending railroad, a magnetic strip that keeps us upright.
Always makes you feel anxious.
There’s always that moment when everything feels like it stops in the world
Just for a second
Just like the train, then it continues on like nothing.
No Doubt, Are you happy?
You pass a familiar cemetery; you look away. You’re overwhelmed.
Jefferson Airplane, High Flying Bird.
You feel as high as that bird.
“The only way to fly is to die”
You suddenly get the “oh lord I’m going to die blues”
You pass Clyde.
Your mind clears, only cause you’re now singing on the train.
You’re now at Granville.
Doors closing please stand clear.
The Cure, The Walk
Seems relevant at the time.
Waking up in the rain, perhaps it means something. It is raining.
“Visiting time is over…. So we both play dead”
One lady is coughing; you get paranoid.
She looks like death, you feel like death.
Flock of Seagulls, I ran.
You’re getting closer.
Things get weirder.
People start to stare.
You wonder what the rest of your day will be like.
You realize these animals are your fellow men.
It saddens you.
You were educated there.
Seems like a decade ago.
Again, you feel sad.
But there’s a feeling of enlightenment when you reach
Odd, but it’s home.
Your ride comes, takes you home.
It’s warmer in the car.
Music changes, feels right.
Welcome to the Jungle, Guns n Roses.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Ah Lady Gaga and Terry Richardson.
So, i'm thinking of things to do with my photography. i'm thinking photo-zines. except i'm a little unsure as to how to go about that. If anyone has any idea, let me know!
Since project one for The Dice Group, SOOOOO many people want me to photograph them. it's awesome! so many different people, so many styles. should be really exciting!!
short blog this time. but next post should have more exciting stuff to say. :)
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Friday, December 10, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
I just write to make myself feel better. Tell me what you all think please. I haven't written in SOO long. But here it is.
she was sitting in her warm room that was lit only by the computer screen.
her boyfriend was lying on the bed half asleep ignoring the fact the love of his life is by the comfy chair sitting in nothing but her damp towel with tears running down her face.
he had made her feel unappreciated, and not worthy of his time. probably unintentional.
she was contemplating what life would be like if it were a movie. romantic comedy. only because her life doesn't contain action, fantasy, or horror. appropriate music would play on cue in the background, and there would be voice overs of what she really thought of a situation after she had just lied to somebody's face.
It would be a film that only ended when she had closed her eyes one last time, the last time she had smelt something sweet, heard her favourite song, and saw her wonderful man. The film would be entitled her name, in subtle letters nothing too bold, she wasn't anybody important. Just a person.
By this time her boyfriend is fully asleep, deep in some place that i guarantee is better than this place.
He snores pretty loud, but she doesn't mind. She kind of likes it, lets her know hes still here.
Sometimes she thinks she doesn't even need to hear his words to know what hes thinking about, or dreaming about.
He always looks so peaceful, it's nice. She feels that hes happier there than he is here. with her.
she wouldn't want to know what he's dreaming about. it would hurt to much.
She's probably overreacting. She does that a lot. She keep repeating over and over "no more fear, no more fear
i'm in love" Oh! Black Rebel Motorcycle Gang. You make her happy.
She always thinks shes dreamed him into life. But sometimes she thinks she forgot to fine tune the details.
She feels like she loved him before she met him, but that impossible.
she was very cynical about love before him, sometimes she admits; she still is. Maybe love really doesn't exist. Maybe she is tricked into believing it does. Maybe what she is feeling towards him is a very strong sense of desire and lust and some unknown connection. A force so strong it was given the word 'love'.
Ignore her. She believes in love. She tries to convince herself it doesn't exist, so she doesn't get hurt. Being with someone that a bond forms so strong that if she were to jump, he would be there to break her fall.
There's your movie. A movie about love, not some cheesy love story. Just love. What it means, and how people fall into it's beautiful, welcoming, desirable, sneaky trap.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Anyway, even though this has nothing to do with halloween (i tricked you) updates about Obscur Photography. We've gone all high-tech! We have created a YouTube channel.
Find it here: www.youtube.com/obscurTV
I've also decided to put a raincheck on my 70s theme inspired photo-shoot as everyone is working on that day, which is a bit of a bummer. I'm trying to get to the sunday.. 7th November. (which reminds me, i must text people!) This photoshoot will be my first 'behind-the-scenes.' on ObscurTV which is pretty exciting. April is going to be editing these short clips, as she is a film student and volunteered anyway :) So that's all happening very, very soon! Stay tuned peeps!