I was looking over some of my photos from the past year, when I noticed that the many facial expressions of Jay are just waiting to be animated. On most of our trips and outings I’m either taking pictures of her, pictures of scenery, or pictures of her in front of scenery. So I have managed to capture many, many shots of her funny little face. This Christmas, we decided not to spend much mula on each other, due to some recent splurging on upcoming vacations. Instead, Jay’s Christmas present came in the form of this montaged homage.
Music by Best Coast.
The idea actually began when I started making the little lady into gifs. Thanks to gifs, I can preserve the joy she experiences as pie hits her tastebuds in an endless loop! My favourites are below. I think she’d make a great meme!
Jay’s Day At The Beach
Jay Eats Breakfast
Jay Loves Pie!
Jay Brushes Her Teeth
Spinning Jay
I’ve been lucky enough to be included in a cool little crew of people who get together weekly to work on creative arty things in a shared space. It’s really chill, no pressure to turn up, but when you do, you know you can work on your projects in an environment with like-minded folks. I admit, I haven’t been to many of the meet-ups yet, but I already have a strong appreciation for the group. The night that Rachel hosted had a lot of people filter through, working on sketches, laptops, water colours – even woodburning/engraving!
I set up my camera to try out my recently acquired remote. It allows you to choose how often you want the camera to take a photo, in order to make a timelapse. I’m pretty sure I set it to every 15 seconds or so over 2 – 3 hours. (Actually I just left it going until the camera battery ran out.) I’m pretty happy with the results of my first timelapse. It was pure luck that people were situated in such a way that we can see their sketches evolve. It’s fun to re-watch it, focusing on just one person to see their movements throughout the night. I notice something new each time!
Big thanks to the art night folks, and to Eff for the music.
It’s the idealistic, yet brilliantly simple concept that got me. Combine art, philanthropy and bicycles and you have a unique mode of art dissemination. Papergirl takes art to the streets and delivers it straight to the people, in the style of a newspaper route. It’s a global art movement in its second year in Vancouver, and as an appreciator of both biking and the arts, I had to get involved. This week, all the donated art was exhibited at the Roundhouse Community Arts Centre and I went along to the opening.
This is the poster I contributed. The only prerequisite was that the art must be able to be rolled up to go into the delivery bags and baskets. When I was apartment hunting, it felt like I visited just about every apartment building in Kitsilano. I noticed that so many of the buildings have these endearing names scrolled on their doors. Being near what Vancouverites call a beach, some of the names have a seaside feel, and others allude to Maple something-or-other in an act of Canadian patriotism I suppose. So I’ve been collecting photographs of these as I stroll the neighbourhood. And that’s what I made, that right there.
Here is a piece that caught my eye because they must have a 3D camera like mine, with the 4 lenses.
And this is a shot of the bicycle sculpture they had dangling overhead. I like the unpretentious peg display method too.
The ‘giftervention’ is happening tomorrow. Papergirls will ride out, placing art in the hands of unsuspecting strangers on an undisclosed route. I wonder if I will spot them!
I’ve never seen so much cherry blossom. The streets were so pretty with all the petals sprinkled over the cars like confetti, making little white patches in the grass like snow. It makes a walk around the block feel like walking down the aisle, sorta. Then the sun comes and shines through those white blooms making me lament every time I left the house without a camera. Apparently it’s really annoying to clean off your car, but since it’s someone else’s, I’ll go on admiring it. These pics are all taken just around our neighbourhood, with my Olympus Trip and 400 ISO 35mm.
Lately the idea occurred to me that I’m not so much a maker or creator; I’ve become more of a documenter, a collector of other people’s stories. When I drew for Vancouver Draw Down, I remembered that even my drawing ability centres around copying exactly what I see. It’s the same with my photography, I collect images of things I happen to see and want to keep the memory of for later. I feel like my imagination doesn’t kick into gear much any more – it’s lacking – or I just don’t push it enough. What do you think? Is imagination intrinsic to creativity?
My making is strictly non-fiction of late. Perhaps I should I force myself to write something fiction to test if I still have any imagination. But then am I being too hard on myself? Can you really say that either fiction or non-fiction has more creative value? I know that I really admire the art created by people that can dream up images in their head and transfer those images to their mediums. But then again, there’s the incredible street photography of Vivian Maier, which depicts everyday people, places and events. Her undeniable talent is in seeing the value in that moment and capturing it in a way that others can still feel and identify with today. Not that she intended anyone to see it.
I’m unsure about creativity. I do feel it takes more imagination to create something from fantasy, and I don’t feel like I’ve done that in a long time. Yet, creativity and imagination don’t have to be one and the same. Even if I do wish I remembered how to use mine.
At the same time, I look at that list of ideas I just wrote and I feel satisfied and inspired. I know I am an ideas person. I have more ideas than I am able to actually complete. And generating ideas is definitely an act of creation.
This idea list is also becoming somewhat of a To Do list.
Idea #38: Pitch a video series idea to Vancouver Is Awesome. Make one video first, to show as part of the pitch. (I’ll keep the actual concept secret for now.)
Idea #39: Go for a walk in the mornings to wake me up. And take photos. Creativity and exercise 2 in 1.
Idea #40: Vancouver photo sets I’ve started working on: house names, view from bus stops, hedges.
Idea #41: Do a Papergirl submission with photos from these sets or maybe a lenticular pic.
Idea #42: I have a few awesome pictures I just got developed (soon to appear here), mostly of all the spring blossoms in local streets. I love the way photographs are being used to create digital prints in fashion lately (See this lookbook). I can imagine some throw pillows that are just big photographs, and I could make them using this technique. I could even do People I’ve Slept With pillows again! It works with laser printed images, but maybe not coated photographs. If not, there’s a simple trick of using freezer paper to put fabric through an ink-jet that Quilters have been using for years!
Idea #43: Move this blog and People I’ve Slept With to be self hosted wordpress with their own domains. I can/should also learn how to make use of more Word Press plugins. Some important ones I saw featured at the Northern Voice 2012 conference that I recently attended were: SEO by Yoast and the Facebook plugin. I’d also like to use a lightbox for images.
Idea #44: Then I can get letterpress business cards from Etsy with the new domains!
Other Northern Voice related ideas
Idea# 45: Use my recently acquired lynda.com subscription to learn Ableton and Garage band so that I can add music to my audio and video docos and interviews. (Northern Voice reminded me that so many things can be learned on lynda. I’d been meaning to get it for video editing programs anyway.)
Idea #46: Put pictures from my blog posts onto a Pinterest board. Pinterest is a huge traffic generator, I just have to learn how to best utilise it.
Other productivity ideas:
Idea #47: Go to a coffee shop at about 3pm so I can work through a few more hours beyond when Jay gets home, instead of feeling distracted and stopping. I had been struggling with my productive time being interrupted at 5, because I work best from about 12 to 7 when I’m at home. Following the advice to remove distractions, re: Mike Vardy’s talk on blogging productivity. “People leave distractions up because it gives you an excuse to bow out.” I’m finding that at a coffee shop, I barely get up in case someone steals my laptop (Though Canadian’s are generally too honest for that). It’s too noisy for audio editing though.
Idea #48: Use Evernote or a similar program for better lists, note taking and task management. At the moment my lists and ideas are scattered around on my Stickies, a growing number of .txt files on my desk top, some written in a book, some in the notes on my iPod Touch, and some bookmarks on Springpad. I have envisioned exactly what I want in a list making app, but hopefully I’ll find it already exists in Evernote once I give it a try.
Last month I went to my first Philosophers’ Cafe. An event where attendees are encouraged to informally discuss a topic from a philosophical point of view. The topic was “Why do we celebrate birthdays?” and it inspired me to write this letter to notify my friends of my stance.
Dear Friends,
We are socially networked here today, so that I may notify you that I am not someone who remembers birthdays. I have felt a kind of disregard for the obligation of remembering birthdays for some time and have realised that it is time to share this information about myself formally.
Let me make it clear that I mean no offence. I love you all. I do wish that you do enjoy the day designated for the celebration of you and not always you alone each year. I am ever so glad that you were ever born and that you are still alive. I just probably won’t remember to tell you so on that particular day.
Because really, I wish you goodwill – everyday.
It is nice that sometimes Facebook reminds me and then I will send you a little howdy to let you know that I am thinking of you. But I think of it more as a handy reminder system of who is still on my friends list. Of those who I may not see regularly but do still think of fondly. It’s this birthday thing, the philosophy of it that I’m not sure I’m down with.
Many years ago, our lives as humans were hard. We toiled daily to survive and gained sustenance only from the food sources we worked hard to produce. Our lives were shorter, disease was often deadly and mortality was at the forefront of our existence. And so it was that we counted the years that we survived; every single number being of immense importance to us.
We were children once too. The original birthday is a beautiful celebration of a new life. The anniversary birthdays of the early years are important because children get gifts that adults wish they could play with. Children grow so quickly and the difference from one year to the next is so clear, so apparent that we must celebrate it to try to hold it there, to pin it in place right before it, and childhood is lost. We celebrate the milestones of childhood and adolescence because we pine for our own. Thus, if you have a cute small thing in your family, and Facebook, or my mother reminds me of its birthday, I will thoroughly enjoy bestowing a gift upon it. But once the appearance of ageing plateaus and milestone birthdays grow to be about a decade apart (from 22 onwards) what need do we have of birthdays?
Speaking of my mother, she is someone who acknowledges birthdays. I have developed a theory that makes her birthday-remembering history make sense. As a newlywed, she moved from Victoria to a small mining town in North West Australia and began to breed amongst other things. Being isolated from her family, she would mark all their birthdays off on a calendar every year and dedicatedly send cards. This was not unusual, of course. I have many birthday cards from family and family friends from the first decade of my life. Mum kept each and everyone for me. Birthdays functioned as a way for her to be sure that she kept in touch with everyone important to her.
Obviously, the internet has changed this, making it easier to feel linked to friends and family with a few instant sentences. But at the same time, whether it is a generational thing or not, I have a more casual approach to holding on to friendships. I’ve always been of the mind that the most wonderful friendships are the ones that you may neglect for some time, but that you know, whenever you get together again, it will be fully charged and ready to go just as you left off, all cylinders firing. And for this assurance, I don’t rely on particular dates.
Birthdays do fulfil a social function of bringing people together physically, and without them my poor mother would have to battle even harder for our regular family dinners throughout the year. Plus, birthdays are the perfect excuse to have a celebratory drink with friends.
My sister is very attached to the celebration of her birthday. I realised that this was to continue when she planned a celebration for her 22nd, after already having the typical big deal of a 21st. I try to understand why it matters. We all have birthdays. No one’s birthday is particularly more important than anyone else’s, yet why the egotistical practise of yearly self-acknowledgement? Doesn’t the fact that everyone has one, and they even double/triple/etc up, kind of nullify the importance of one’s own? One possible explanation is that without mortality as a major factor until later in life, birthdays might function to make us feel significant in our crazy, infinite world. Every single person can feel their own significant presence on Earth for just one day. And maybe that yearly reminder will inspire us to treasure life that day, and maybe even the next.
For me though, at this point in my life, the passing years are an unwelcome reminder of how far I haven’t come. But since you know me, you know I have a tendency towards pessimism, so this will come as no surprise. For a positive spin on my pessimism (ha), lets say it’s a side effect of aiming higher than is always practical to reach.
Maybe it’s gifts you want? It’s not the gift giving part of birthdays that’s a problem for me. Gift giving I really enjoy. When I find something perfect for a particular person, it makes me all warm and happy. But then there’s no escaping the societal obligations that turn that joy into anxious consumerism. If I get one sister something wonderful, I will have to find something just as amazing for other family members. If I get you something that appears to be very expensive (not very likely), you could feel obligated to get me something of the same value. And what a downer it is that giving could have such an effect.
I have met two particular people in my life that were determined to memorise birthdays. And I link this habit with other qualities they shared, to conclude that I am wary of trusting people who remember everyone’s birthday. Sure, when someone remembers your birthday you feel special, really special. Then you realise that you aren’t special because remembering birthdays is their thing. And the way they doled out friendship was the same. They knew how to give you a false sense of security in the friendship, just when you were feeling all close and cosy and ready to divulge your secrets, you realised that that was how they treated everyone. It’s like the gimmick of a car salesman who constantly addresses you by name. You’re going to end up duped.
So, in summation, if I don’t remember your birthday, it doesn’t mean I don’t love you. If I find a gift that makes me think especially just of you, I may save it for your birthday, or I might give it to you tomorrow. If you have a birthday cake at our shared workplace, I will most delightedly eat it. If we go out for drinks I may even buy you a shot. But if you don’t work with me or invite me to your party, and I don’t log into Facebook that day, I will probably forget.
Please take this letter to wish you a Happy Anniversary of Your Birth when the day comes and an ongoing Happy Existence.
Much love,
Hannah
PS If you should like to acknowledge my birthday, all wishes will be welcomed. Especially those that come in the post!
Yes! It works! I’m so excited that I finally made a gif from my 3D camera that I had to post it straight away! Thankyou Nishika N8000 – all the elements have finally come together for gif creation. Mainly the trouble has been that all the photolabs charge too much to scan the unusal shaped negatives, so I haven’t seen any results except from holding my negatives up to the light. But, in a welcome twist of fate, my last roll of film got stuck in the camera, snapping only a few 3D pics before I had to pull it out, and the photolab doesn’t seem to have charged me extra to scan these. Now that I know the camera can actually take photographs in focus, I’m going to invest in my own scanner and then I can do this all the time. Yay! This pic is from the Melbourne Zombie Shuffle. That’s how long I’ve been waiting.
WHO: DiDi, Portuguese.
WHEN: 11/6/11
WHERE: Car Seat, Olhão, Algarve, Portugal.
SLEEPING PATTERN: Instantly lulled to sleep by hum of the engine, after a hard day being a kid.
Is there anything so cute as bilingual children? DIDI and her sister Lulu would whisper to each other in Portuguese and then give me cheek in English. The sisters were born to a British father who hosted me in a tent on his farm in the hills of Olhão, and a Portuguese mother. I earned my keep by attempting to get customers for their father's boat tours in the mornings and then looking after the girls in the evenings. They would get home after school and come and bombard me in my tent when I was trying to have an afternoon nap. (All that sunshine took it out of me!) I guess it's exciting to have a tent in the backyard even when you don't live in suburbia. After taking pictures of each others hair lifted by the static of the tent walls, and getting fingerprints all over my lens, they would argue over who's turn it was for me to endlessly push on the swing until dinner was ready. These two were adept at using the trembling lip to manipulate adults, but as the younger sibling, DiDi had not yet fully realised her pout power.
WHO: Christina, Australian.
WHEN: 3/2/12
WHERE: My couch! Melbourne, Australia.
SLEEPING PATTERN: Passes out on any available couch, at any house party, like clockwork at only a little after midnight.
CHRISTINA, or XIE as she is fondly known, has a penchant for that cute sitting up kinda sleep where the sleeper props themselves up on one elbow, their head dropping abruptly several times until they give up all pretence of staying awake, and slip down the sofa until head comes rest on the couch arm, curling legs up into a foetal hug. She'll do this at pretty much any party that has couches and goes beyond her bed time of Nana-o'clock. I've tried to capture the phenomenon before, on my archaic phone camera, but this time I was blessed with a fisheye with a flash. 'Aha!' I cried when this film was finally developed, 'Got her!' You can also see a bit of my leg and elbow as I reach over at an awkward angle to get the shot. She didn't even flinch with the flash.
Aside from her adorable sleeping position - one hand reminiscent of childish thumb-sucking - Christina is just a gosh darn sweetie in general. It's like she's always playing dress up as a lady, but underneath she has all the endearing traits of a goofy school girl. One day it might be pretty dress, felt hat and a lunch packed in an actual cane picnic basket and the next, blue bathing suit, giant floppy hat and posing like a pin up girl. Her set-dressing career aspirations play out charmingly in her own presentation, but a big toothy grin will always give her true character away. Let's never quite grow up, k?
WHO: Steph, Australian.
WHEN: 22/5/11
WHERE: Her Hackney apartment, London, UK.
SLEEPING PATTERN: Slept in the spare room, very kindly giving up her own bed to me, knowing that I'd come straight from walking for 24 days.
STEPH seemed to know exactly what I needed, hospitably supplying me with a comfy place to sleep and use of a washing machine. Her personalised tour of the city included her local drinking holes and the Old Operating Theatre Museum where many amputations took place in the early 1800s, which seemed apt since she works as an anatomical pathology technician.
An old friend who has been living in London for years, we enjoyed reliving old Melbourne memories through the skewed filter of time passed and after a week of bonding we became surprised that we hadn't been closer friends at home. We discussed her recent resolution to leave the frenzied pace of London and return to chill Melbourne. But she's a strong character who has forged herself quite the niche there, so it will definitely be a brave move for her to move on. I love Steph for the duality of her tough exterior and the softy inside; though it seems like nothing can phase her, I learnt otherwise from discussing dating and relationships with her. It was sweet to see her agonise over fresh minor dramas.
Here's an extra fun fact, the chunky silver rings she rocks in her stretched ears are actually made for Prince Albert piercings!
As I've reached the las stop on El Camino De Santiago with Rebekka in Finisterre, you may have realised that those are the last of the sleeping pilgrims that will be featured on People I've Slept With. I would, however like to take a moment to remember the many characters that I did not have the chance to capture in their sleep.
In particular: the snorers. A night without at least one snorer lulling you to sleep was fairly rare. Once I slept in a room with 90 beds and the orchestra of snoring came from every direction - but was far from harmonious. I found that some snorers are actually relaxing to listen to and their breathing makes a meditative undertone. Others, not so much.
One guy made the worst noise I've ever heard; on both the inhalation and exhalation the sound was like a scream that shook me. He lead to me hiding my face in a blanket that must have had bed bugs because I woke up with bites on my face. Worth it. Apparently he usually slept in private hotel rooms instead of hostels and it was just my lucky night that he chose to terrorise a dorm room full of people. The next morning, a couple who had been in the room told me that they got up and shook his bed in hope of getting him to roll over, but he actually barked out, "F*** off!" The boyfriend found the snoring to be so bad that he went and slept outside on the lawn.
And then this guy. I didn't get a picture of him, but I found his snoring style so unique that it was worth recording. I had this jolly, round, Italian man with a bright red face in the same dorm room as me for THREE nights in a row. I don't think it helped that he drank wine every night. At about a minute in, you can hear a gurgle and snort as he actually wakes himself up with his own noise and changes position. This would happen over and over again. It was...disruptive to say the least.
WHO: Rebekka, German.
WHEN: 17/4/11
WHERE: Finisterre, Galicia, Spain.
SLEEPING PATTERN: She and Angela bookended me to share warmth on our very last night, sleeping in the sand dunes at the 'end of the world'.
REBEKKA and Angela were walking together after instantly hitting it off. A couple of days of our paths crossing, and we organically joined up. It helped that we had very similar and realistic ideas about pace and comfortable daily distances. The two Germans also awakened me to European nudity, as many of our hostels had showers-sin-dividers and seeing each other naked after meeting a day or two before was a complete non-issue.
So after bonding through several days of walking together, the three of us decided to mark the end of the pilgrimage by sleeping under the stars. Our destination, Finisterre, means the 'End of the Earth' and besides Santiago, is a perfect place to terminate by staring out over the Atlantic ocean. We were all charged to celebrate finishing the walk but Rebekka was especially buzzing with determination and impending accomplishment. Rebekka somehow fit two bottles of wine in her backpack for our planned feast and as I followed behind her excited march towards the lighthouse, I watched the almond cake that she had strapped to the outside of her pack bounce up and down. As we reached the lighthouse in almost darkness we realised that the cliffs were way too windy to for sleeping, we complained together that we now had even more walking to do, to head back the way we came to reach the beach. But giggling and swigging wine in our little nest in the dunes and then waking up to the sunrise on that beach was the perfect culmination of our time together.
WHO: Angela, German.
WHEN: 16/4/11
WHERE: Pedrouzo, Galicia, Spain,
SLEEPING PATTERN: Took up a nice patch of lawn beneath the clothes line in the afternoon sunshine - walking 20 kms a day justifies an afternoon nap.
I ended up sharing many deep and meaningful conversations with ANGELA as we walked the last few days together, which were very useful in taking my mind off the ticking kms. We would get going on a topic and before we knew it we were at the lunch stop. She made some poignant observations, despite our short time together, which I guess is to be expected, since she is a child psychologist. I have to say, I envy her experiences of falling in love; I've only experienced love as a gradual growth.
Angela bravely spent one night outside alone, sleeping in a field - just for the adventure of it. The next morning when the rest of us walked through thick fog to meet up with her, we could only imagine what it was like to wake up surrounded by that. She took a photo of the little spot she chose to show us how she spent the night, and said she'd had to wait for farmers and their dogs to disappear before she could settle down. Other things: long walking poles as tall as me, eating a watermelon together, her endless supply of kinder chocolate, her ID picture with blue hair.
WHO: Mijung from Korea.
WHEN: 26/4/11
WHERE: Albergue de Peregrinos, Viana, Navarra, Spain.
SLEEPING PATTERN: Collapsing on her bunk after hours of walking, Mijung passed out before she made it to the shower part of the daily routine.
MIJUNG appreciates simple things like juicy oranges and Spanish chorizo. She explained to me the practice in Korea of using blood types to categorise personality traits and in return I was a good english teacher to her (so she says). One of the blood types is said to be either a genius or a psychopath. Not knowing my blood type (an ignorance that amazed the Koreans) I joked that I must be that one. She assured me that I was a genius.
Her motivation for coming on the Camino was to pray to find a husband, having recently turned 30. Interestingly, Mijung is not actually baptised, but does practise prayer to a Christian God. On the Camino she attending mass for the first time. Along with her unconventional relationship with religion, she also blew my mind a little with the importance and urgency she places on marriage, as it's something I personally struggle to understand. After frankly professing her quest, she went on to develop a little crush on Francois. So, of course, Eugene and I incessantly teased them both about their impending marriage.
Mijung made me this folded note as a parting gift while we drank a cervesa together one afternoon when I couldn't walk on anymore. She wrote the letter in Korean, cheekily leaving me with the task of finding someone to translate it. When I did find another Korean pilgrim, days down the track, the words Mijung had to say to me were very sweet and heartfelt.
If you've read the PISW zines, you'll know that I collect some souvenir or memento to remind me of each person. Photographs of these are included in the zines. This is the first time I have a memento documented on video!
WHO: Francois from France.
WHEN: 25/4/11
WHERE: Los Arcos Municipal Albergue, Spain.
SLEEPING PATTERN: Slept with one eye open, knowing that I would take his photograph. All I could get was this blurry one before he heard me.
This was FRANCOIS' third time walking the Camino. He's such an advocate, not only has he done it multiple times but it is actually the subject of his PHD. His enthusiasm for the Camino rubbed off on me enough to keep me walking about 15 more days than I had planned to. After his first Camino, he fell in love with the lifestyle of a pilgrim; getting everywhere by the power of his own two feet, so he packed his bag, grabbed his dog and set off from his town in France again. While he was walking simply for the sake of walking, he realised that without the Camino he wasn't seen as a pilgrim, but as a tramp. He estimates his boots have done about 4000km. Before we met, Eugene had actually described Francois to me as a French chef with a philosophy of no smoking and no alcohol during the Camino and a handsome smile that the ladies love. I think that could all be true.
When I asked Francois what he has learned about the Camino, he replied that it is religious for each person. To paraphrase: as everyone tends to search for something along the journey, whether for benediction or for oneself, the experience is made sacred by the symbolic value we give it. Although both the ideas of religion and 'finding oneself' make me equally sceptical, I can still see his point. There was something special about the simplicity of accomplishing distances each day; of surprising yourself with what you are capable of.
Francois was a really lovely guy who gave me a lot of good advice, good company and good snacks. I missed him when we parted ways.
Well, Eugene was the first in a series of sleepers I collected in April and May when I walked 470km across the North of Spain on El Camino De Santiago. On any single day, numerous people are traveling by foot or bike along each stage of this pilgrimage route. For me, it was a unique way to see Spain and practice the language, it took me away from 18 year olds in hostels who were just in Barcelona to party and as a solo traveller, it was a good way to meet a range of people. There is a sense of camaraderie as you run into familiar faces each day, thanks to our common experience and goal. It really becomes a community. We sleep together in hostels which are specially priced for pilgrims; sometimes in small rooms, but sometimes in large rooms with 90 beds, bunks pushed right up against each other.
It sounds like a great way to rack up more sleeping portraits, right? The downside - apart from my excessive blisters - was that the majority of people wake, pack up and leave before dawn in order to finish their day of walking by the afternoon. Which means that first of all, I would have to be awake at ridiculous o'clock - when in actual fact I was usually among the last to leave - and that I had no morning light to shoot in. Flash photography at 6am is understandably unwelcome. So I got the few pictures I could during afternoon naps and they will appear here soon.
WHO: Eugene from Korea.
WHEN: 25/4/11
WHERE: Los Arcos Municipal Albergue, Spain.
SLEEPING PATTERN: His slight snoring was barely noticeable amongst the nighttime symphony of older gents on the camino.
EUGENE strolled up behind me with his professional hiking poles flashing by his sides, and began to chat to me as we trudged through increasing mud, up one of the highest peaks of the Camino. It was my first day, and within a kilometre Eugene had earnestly confided in me that he had recently lost his job and then his girlfriend, due to his career shortcomings. His uncurbed misery, which he shared so openly and so quickly with me - a stranger - made it inappropriate to tell him that he sounded like a country song. He was on a journey to forgive and accept his fate. He could very much play the joker; posing for photos by jumping way into the air, or sticking food out of his mouth & teasing our other Korean friend for her crush on a French guy. But when he was serious, he possessed a very upfront and unchecked sentimentality, which came out most sweetly at the times he had to farewell new Camino friends as he or they moved on. Often searching his belongings for a gift to bestow on people, he would become silent and then teary as he tried to express his goodbyes.
This person I've slept with isn't a stranger. Instead I am always snapping photos of her sleeping. She looks so childlike I can't help it. She wasn't too impressed to wake up face to face with the camera though.
WHO: Harriet, from Sydney, Australia.
WHEN: 17/2/2008
WHERE: Copacabana, Bolivia.
SLEEPING PATTERN: Harriet was expecting me to take a photo of her, so she spent the night with her arm covering her face.
I first met HARRIET in Cusco, Peru and then bumped into her on the boat ride to Isla Del Sol in Lake Titicaca. I walked in on her in a friend's house where she was getting her long blonde hair made into dreadlocks. Then I would see her around in the bars, where she would play a drum borrowed the local rastas. She's a musician at home and I see lately from Facebook that she is in a choir back in Sydney. We shared this 10 Bolivianos a night ($1.50 AUD) hostel in Copacabana when we got back from the Lake. We got what we paid for, but we made the most of it with drinking games and equally cheap booze.
Choros by Michael Langan and Terah Maher. “A chorus of women are borne from the movements of a single dancer.”
Twins? No, just doppelgängers! Photographer Francois Brunelle takes portraits of unrelated strangers who bear uncanny resemblances to each other. Through his project, “I’m Not A Look-alike!” Brunelle explores the striking physical similarities between these pairs. His subjects have no blood relation and are sometimes born in different countries. One can only imagine how surreal the experience must be for his subjects, to be posing with another person with shared physical characteristics. If you have a look-alike of your own, participate via his website brunelle.com
Andy Ellison makes animated gifs of fruits, vegetables and more with an MRI scanner. Combining the layered scans of these foods into an animation has created a sense of movement that reminds me of a firework exploding.
Iceland is laden with active volcano systems, which have proved to be mesmerising subject matter for photographer Andre Ermolaev.
”..what has become a real discovery for me is the bird’s eye view of the rivers flowing along the black volcanic sand. It is an inexpressible combination of colors, lines, and patterns. The photo represents the mouth of the river falling into the ocean”
via: Colossal
To Live On by Min Jeong Seo
“The stalks these flowers are already dried up but their blossoms are preserved and kept fresh by the medical infusion bags. The life-span of every living creature is limited.The infusion bags stand for the progress in medicine and the prolongation of human life.They somehow carry an ambivalent message as they refer to both death and life an the same time. Both states are immanent here. To preserve the beauty of the flowers artifically with the help of the infusion bags points out man’s inclination to repress the fact having to die and to postpone death.”
Hula hoop cam at Burning Man
So this happened at Burning Man when somebody decided to duct tape a GoPro camera to hula hoops and then all kinds of beautiful hell broke loose…
Amazing perspective!
Happy Red Fish. New Glory, 2012. All work on A3, 297 x 420.
Nancy.
Eva.
Barry Underwood’s images are documentations of full-scale installations that are built on-site in the landscape. Using illusion, imagination, and narrative, his photographs explore the potential of the ordinary. Approaching his photographs with a theatrical sensibility, much like a cinematographer or set designer would. By reading the landscape and altering the vista through lights and photographic effects, he transform everyday scenes into unique images.
These ethereal images are digitally collaged by Matt Wisniewski to create organically cohesive overlays of natural elements and portraits. His skilled use of Photoshop to seemingly float textures of sea, sky, geology or flora over the human subjects could be seen as a whimsical representation of their inner workings - or it could just look pretty. Wisniewski is all about the aesthetic quality of his collages and discerningly sources images from other collaborating artists or through online public domain sources. It’s these found organic patterns and textures that inspire his meshed graphics. The sense of movement in his still images is further enhanced in the videos found on his vimeo profile.
These strikingly vivid images aren’t painted with a brush, or even digitally. It may feel like you are looking at contemporary art, but these pictures’ origins are actually in the scientific realm. What you are seeing are alcoholic beverages at a microscopic level. Or, rather, “the crystallised carbohydrates that have become sugars and glucose.”
via: poptech originally: insanetwist
Street artist INSA is merging graffiti and photography to make street art GIFs. The artist paints over a wall several times - photographing the process. He then stitches together the photos and turns them into GIFs.
Explore the Sound-Word Index: the place to find the definition of that long word with many repeated vowels that someone tweeted to you. Not sure how to pronounce it? Just click on the audio button to hear the phonetics.
Without the help of body language, words can sometimes fall short in our digital conversations. However, sound, volume and rhythm can influence the spelling of our words, helping to translate our emotions hidden behind our screens.
via: It’s Nice That
I can’t get enough of Sal now that I’ve met him through movie-magic. I’ve been pimping him out on all my other social networks and I just have to share him here as well. But I’m sure he won’t mind since 1 second in he’s describing his past as a male escort in graphic detail. Salam Kahil runs La Charcuterie, a Scandinavian deli in the Port Kells area of Surrey, BC. Just watch it, he’s quite the character! This is all thanks to an admirable endeavour by filmmaker Lewis Bennett to make a BC-focused film each month this year. One of many memorable quotes:
“What is God gonna do with my prayer? Wipe his ass with it after he files it?”
I don’t think that I’d have the focus required to make it to the top of The Ascent. In this interactive art installation/ game/ spiritual journey, the participant is required to reach a meditative state so as to achieve the goal of levitating 30 feet in the air. Wearing a harness, the electrical impulses of their brain are monitored through EEG readings and if they maintain concentration their ascent proceeds. Sound and lighting effects triggered by the brain waves are designed as further distractions for increased difficulty the higher they get. As creator Yehuda Duenyas says, “The paradox is that in order to succeed you need to release your desire for achievment.” The reward for levitating into transcendence is an epic audio visual symphony of celebration.
via: Laughing Squid
Aerial photographs of agricultural areas showing the beautiful shapes and patterns that result from center pivot irrigation. Further explained at Kuriositas.