Friday, December 10, 2010


2011 is going to be very different for Obscur Photography.
It's changing.
Something big is happening.
first few weeks of January there will be a blog post explaining it all.

List of things i need:
- Creative talents willing to devot their time, sweat and blood.
Whether you be a .....
- Graphic designer
- Painter
- Illustrator
- Sculptor
- Writer
- Photographer
- Film director
- Script writer
- Musician
- Model
etc etc

What do you think it could be?

Monday, November 29, 2010

I can never think of creative titles to write

Well, i've got a little apple crazy. Bought my self and iPhone, then got myself an iMac (which i'm on right now) my mum got her self an iPad, and i'm now eating peanut butter on toast.

Today has been my only day off in like...nearly 10 days. I have another i think 7 more working days ahead of me, it's horrid. Being a slave to the corporate world.
I did go to kinukoniya the other day and bought my self two books; cause i think i deserve something. One was 'I lick my cheese' and the other 'How to be an explorer of the world' - I love them both. That book has actually inspired me, i've felt a little dead lately with my creativity, and inspiration. On a scale of one to ten i feel like i'm around the 2 possibly 3 mark. it's irritating. So if any of you know how to re-inspire me and get my creativity back to where it should be (1o) then i will be forever grateful. :D

Anyway, that was a little catch up on Loren's world. Photo shoots are coming soon. In the new year i'm going to be photographing through the ass! Everyone is just so busy lately, it's hard :(
But never fear, early, early, next year my website/blog/facebook/twitter AND the newly created ObscurTV will be going through a MAJOR re-invent and will tickle all of your fancies.
so, stay tuned. :)

- L

Friday, November 19, 2010

Yes! I write as well.

Don't get too excited I'm not some epic writer like my amazing friend Roxanne Groebel.
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

In the spirit of halloween

Well, for the southern hemisphere Halloween is in April rather than October.. According to my sister. However, this year i've decided to be kind and actually answer the door when little children came knocking for candy. It's rather Ironic. "Don't take anything from strangers" my mother always taught me, however halloween and christmas is the only time we can take candy from strangers, whether it be someone dressed as a ghost, a pumpkin or santa on Christmas.

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:

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!

- L

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Bad News

It sucks, but I have to cancel my 6th November photo-shoot .. everyone is working :(
EVEN though i told everyone to N/A

So now, i'm gong to feel my creativity sink even lower..

This means, on the 6th November if anyone is free and wanting me to photograph them, let me know, and we'll organise something! :)

- L

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

6 months..

6 months is too long for anything really..

too long without money
too long without sex
too long without food
too long without water
too long without a companion
too long with a companion
too long with the same hair cut
too long with smoking
too long without smoking
too long with face book
too long without face book.

the list goes on..

for me, it's been six months for many things... but the one thing I am definitely missing the most is:

Six Months: Without having a important conversation, with someone important in my life.

Makes me feel a little bit lost inside knowing that, I used to talk to people all the time about things that i thought were important, now it's all mindless chatter, and it gets quite boring.

So, I invite all of you to tell me what you have gone with or without for 6 MONTHS, why, and the effects of that!

- L

P.S Even if you lurk my page, or happen to stumble across it... FOLLOW me, and i shall return the favor. xx

Monday, October 4, 2010

Friday Images

So the birthday boy (above in blue singlet) passed out at 11:30pm, 10 minutes after I left the party... He was told he had to wear a skirt to work today..... ;-)

Here are some other random images..

Saturday, October 2, 2010

parties all around


Long weekend, two 21st parties, thriller movies, mini meat pies and spring rolls... Sounds like fun doesn't it...

Here are some photos of my weekend. :-)

Images from Saturday above.
Friday images will be up shortly....

Ebay, A great place to share..


Subwoofer and Amp for sale.
Check it out.
Totally, worth it.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Quentin Tarantino

"Check out the big brain on brad"

Mr Tarantino, such an amazing person. I'm in the process of writing an essay about Quentin for an assignment at uni, I have to sit and analyze the film and I just think the 'Breakfast Scene' is just so funny. (watch it here:

I'm in need of assistance when deciding on another film to watch and talk about. I have to discuss why Tarantino is an important 20th century designer, and discuss his work.

So if anyone has ANY thoughts on another film I could possibly watch let me know.. I'm torn.
Here's a list of movies Quentin has made... wonderfully, i might add.

Best Friend's Birthday
Reservoir Dogs
Pulp Fiction
Jackie Brown
Kill Bill Vol 1 and 2
Inglorious Basterds

Also, just found out... Kill Bill Vol 3 was announced, and should come out in 2014.

PS. How cute is Quentin... ;-)

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Why hello old friends...

Something big is brewing, I can feel it...

Long time! Sorry guys that I haven't been around for like ever .. I have been updating websites, making Twitters, recruiting models... it's been busy.
With uni piling up, and all these personal projects happening it's no wonder i have neglected my poor little blog. Fear no more! For i am back, to stay. I'm going to be using this little space on the inter web to update all you lovely people of the progress I am making with all my projects and what not.

So to bring you all up to date....

I've recently been on the hunt for models for a 1950s inspired shoot, so if anyone is interested let me know.

I've also begun an internship at Romel Model Management, being an assistant model booker as well as observing photo shoots with actual professional photographers such as
James Broadhurst ...

So it's been pretty hectic, and really fun. Stay tuned, I promise I'll be updating more often. *batters eyes lids* for the time being, I'm out.. I'm being anti-social.. :)

- L

Friday, July 9, 2010

Other blogs..

Hey guys,

I have another blog, just for my photography.
It's getting set up, it also leads to my deviant art page! :)



Sunday, June 27, 2010

seventh heaven

"The thrill of the erotic lies in the shadows, in the glimpse of a bare arm, the curve of a shoulder, a damp curl of hair at the nape of the neck.."

Sunday, April 25, 2010


i stroke his face so i know he is real.
i feel his face is going to fade away.
like the universe is going to to magically remove him.
remove him from my life, from my memory.
When i look into his eyes i see he is happy
but there is always more, something unfulfilled.
i wonder if he thinks the same thing?
Does he think all of this is a dream, a life like illusion
that lasted for months, or is it all real?
Touching his rough hands makes me feel safe, whole, satisfied
when he interlocks his legs into mine
then intertwines his hands into mine
i then understand
it's real, it always will be.
i watch him sleep
i hear him breathe
i see into his eyes
i touch his skin
i smell the smell that is him
i taste his passionate kisses.
it's real.
the universe can't change that.

i love him.

Friday, March 26, 2010

dear stupid little book,

This is a diary entry. I suppose you can call it.
My boyfried is out tonight.
When did my job become to stay at home and end up role playing
a 1950's fucking house wife?
University is shitting me.
Sometimes i feel it's so meaningless.
I'll end up some stupid, middle-aged cashier at coles or some shit.
Letting underage kids buy smokes and liquor.
Go! Fuck your lives up.
Go! Give your self liver or lung cancer
Go! get the fuck away from me.
jesus christ!
There has to be a word that describes someone who is not in poverty
But has no money.
Not really classed at 'poor' cause there is a roof over their dumb heads
But still can't actually afford to eat sometimes.
Or pay the bills on time, if at all.
Is that called "middle-class" citizens?
piece of shit!
Whinging about my life.
I'm 20 for fuck sake.
Health isn't too immaculate either.
Bonus? Meh.
Can't concentrate on anything. It's frustrating.
Listening to Green Day, thinking...
What it be like if my life was like a mixture of
'Party Monster' and 'Requiem for a Dream'
that's intense.
I wish i was apart of something radical.
Piss some people off.
Nope, i'm nothing.
I do nothing.
I'm sure i never really see anything.
Hear anything
Do anything
Taste anything
Smell anything
Feel anything.
It's all an illusion.
A worthless, pitiful illusion.
Everything i said doesn't really exist, does it?
That's what it's like to go mad..
Mad as a hatter?
Spose even he is a figment of my imagination..
Pathetic, isn't it!

Saturday, February 27, 2010

under the milky way tonight

He has the softest touch.
and the most sensual kiss.
When he runs his hands all over my body
I get goosebumps all over.
My heart beats faster every time i see him,
touch him, kiss him.
When he said he loved me, my heart skipped a beat.
Hes the man i've been waiting for.
I want to spend all my time with him.
on me, in me.
touch me. kiss me. love me.

love me. love me. love me.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

I am famous for my generosity.

That's all i'll ever be to you isn't it.
Just, interesting.
I have the same relationship with everyone.
"You looked nice last night, i think you're interesting.. we should hang out more, what was your number again?"
You don't call.
We don't hang.
I move on.

Thursday, January 21, 2010


Last night i had a dream that somebody loved me. He taught me how to love. But not to love him, to love myself. He was a lonely man, a face he described as 'that only his mother could love'. He was medium height, wore glasses, black frames suited his face, was caring and considerate.
People percieved him as a happy man, always smiling.. but only when people were around.
He was a painter, painted what he felt but never showed a single soul, only me. It was always dark and deep. He worked in a casual retail job to the bills, if he didn't work there he probably would have stayed at home all the time, that's where i met him, he smiled at me.
He's not with me anymore, he took his own life when i was downstairs making him tea. black, one sugar. Found him hanging from the bathroom roof, he had what appeared to be a half smile on his face, just like usual. I kissed the cold, hard cheek of his corpse, a single tear rolled down my face onto his arm, then into his hand. There was writing on his hand, just black ink. "lola, it's all yours. I'm happy, so are you. Dont cry for me, you didn't know me well enough. Love yourself, I love you." I woke up.
I went shopping today, i met Jonathon, he works at the local cafe, he smiled at me. He looks so adorable wearing his black framed glasses...

heaven knows i'm miserable

How much soul searching does it take to figure out life? How many downs do we have to endure to get an up? How many times in our life are we allowed to feel genuinely happy? Is it distributed amongst everyone evenly, or does it go to a certain group of pathetic people who are deemed unlucky? Is that how the universe balances out, one half excel in life and feel amazing, and the other half feel like absolute shit and strugle their entire lives?

Sunday, January 3, 2010


Last night I dreamt about my first time. He was a stranger, but he loved me with his entire being. We met at a beach, around midday. I was eating a red apple and listening to The Smiths. His eyes were brown, matched his hair. He sat beside me, and smiled.
I woke up in his arms, he kissed my forehead and asked how I was; I said I was fine.
I went to the bathroom, saw my blood stained underwear. I smiled; finally, somebody loved my body. Cherished it, caressed it, and didn’t leave me for dead.
I lied down beside him again; it was silent for a long period of time. He kissed me softly on the lips and whispered something I couldn’t quite understand.
I woke up, dissatisfied.
I don’t have anyone that loves me, and I don’t like red apples. *sigh*

Friday, January 1, 2010

a brand new decade.

so, happy new year all.
i hope your celebrations were a blast.
tell me stories of what happened to you last night
got your self in an awkward situation?
woke up next to the hottest/ugliest guy/girl ever?
had your stomach pumped?
whatever it is, let me know. need more inspiration.
2010 alot of art projects are coming up for me this year.
I'll keep you posted.

let's hope this year is 1000 times better then last.
get your creative juices flowing..
party hard, and be your own person.