Assuming that some of you haven’t heard of it already I would like to recommend ‘Lomography’ to anyone interested in photography. I have one lomo-camera, my fisheye lens camera. I love looking at their photos on their website and Facebook page (just type ‘Lomography’ and it should be the first hit). Like today they posted this inspiring story of Jeff Harris who have been taking his portrait for 13 years. I mean you hear about those people who do the 365 photo projects, which basically is taking one photo a day for a year. But 13 years? That’s impressive and a new level of commitment. Click on the link to see his inspiring and creative work http://www.lomography.com/magazine/news/2012/01/17/jeff-harris-13-years-of-self-portaits.
I posted some of my Lomo photographs last year, which you can see again here
Here are some more of my lomographies
Long live the 80’s. I seriously wish I could live my twenties in the 80’s. Times when being rebellious was considered a must and if you wanted to get to know someone you had to man up and talk to the person not Facebook stalk them or Whats App them. The hair was big and the lips were pink. It was the prime time for the music and film industry. Sarah Jessica Parker was not a confused forty year old party girl, but dancing in ‘Footloose’. Molly Ringwald was playing in ‘Pretty In Pink’ and people knew Otis Redding for his music and not because of Kanye West. You couldn’t drunk message people online and you didn’t over analyze when a certain someone likes your status or profile picture. Big gestures were in order. You had hip hop groups like Run–D.M.C. instead of One Direction. People were more spontaneous. High waste jeans were appropriate attire and boys didn’t wear their trousers on their knees. Gangsters were real gangster and not unemployed nobodies. Everybody could dance. There would actually be proper dances with live bands and not dry humping in a club with shit music. People got fake IDs so they could vote. Male characters like Andrew ‘Andy’ Clark would still be believable. Kevin Bacon was still hot. Maybe I’m romanticizing the 80’s, but I can’t help it. The Breakfast Club.
Oh dear. I have been so shit with the lack of updates this term and I do honestly feel bad. Especially when my statistics says that some of you frequently visit my blog to see if I have posted something. So to those people, my most sincere apologies. I do want to improve, but this term has just been crazy busy and hopefully there will be more time for blogging this coming term. So to avoid writing an essay I thought I would just post some photos of the highlights from this term.
Then New Year’s came around, which was surprisingly good this year even though we didn’t travel. I wore a gold sequin dress with an open back and drank cheap champagne. Photo booth was used once again for the ultimate ‘Hey there 2012 I am gonna greet you drunk and disorderly’ picture.
Of course a lot more happened. I bought a vintage Polaroid camera, I started using the camera on my phone more than my proper cameras, which is quite regrettably, so I am now one of them annoying let’s take a picture of everything, then do some hipsmatic editing and upload it to Facebook kind of people. I guess if I have one new years resolution this year it would be to get more into photographing again. Maybe I should kick of the new year with a new camera? I skydived and had exams. I have given up on new years resolutions many years ago. What a fucking (pardon my french) dumb idea that anything in 2012 is gonna be any different from anything in 2011. You’re still the same person, with the same dreams and hopes and you really shouldn’t need a specific date to start working towards them. Especially when it comes to training, what the hell is that about? Is New years magically gonna give you some special super power that allows you to finally get the amazingly fit body you always wanted? I don’t think so. If you want my advise stay away from any gym in January, it’s just gonna be filled up with a serious case of failures. You’re probably wondering where my highlights are. Well maybe there weren’t any or maybe wordpress is being difficult. You choose.
Blogging is so last year. No, not really. Sorry for the lack of updates guys, it’s just so busy at the start of term. I’ve started coaching two dance teams, joined tennis, the Law Society, the Volunteering team and the Prince’s Trust Competition. And then guess what, I’m studying as well. Sometimes you tend to forget that’s why you’re at college, but I have been working hard with my tutorial questions and I have been going to all my lectures, so it’s all good. Unfortunately in the middle of this I kinda forgot to blog. I know you guys from back home are wondering what I’m up to and I promise once it calms down a bit I will get back in the routine of updating regularly. I went to Sports Fed last Wednesday, which is like a student night out for all the sports teams at campus. I went with tennis for the first time and we dressed up as retro tennis players. I have to say, that night definitely goes on the top 10 list of best nights out ever on campus. We all got so smashed and of course I had a 10 AM lecture the next day. I was hanging so bad.
So happy I joined tennis. I can’t play tennis for shit, but the people are so nice. I also met some well cool Norwegians from Oslo, which is a rear occurrence. This Wednesday we’re dressing up as Pirates and because I’m bad to the bone, I’m gonna have to go full-out Davy Jones style. Tomorrow I’m also taking part in a volunteering project in the local community. Right now I’m in the library working on my tutorial questions, then I’m having lunch with Delic followed by a career conference and more lectures. Of course I’m ill as well, which makes everything a bit shit and it’s so awkward sneezing in lectures and 200 people turn around whispering ‘bless you’…
So I haven’t had internet for a few days and I have been busy with moving in to our new house. I’m pretty happy with the house and have started to accept that all houses in England are made of brick and has carpets instead of wooden floors. It’s a two-floor house and we all have nice bedrooms with double beds. On Tuesday we went to IKEA, which was an experience in itself. I don’t know if being overly excited about IKEA is a Scandinavian thing, but I don’t know any Scandinavians who doesn’t love IKEA. The house was fully furnished so I only got stuff for my bedroom, like pictures and bed sheets etc. IKEA can be summed up in Excitement – Amazement – Frustration. First you’re really excited about going to IKEA, you can picture your room full of IKEA stuff and how amazing it’s gonna be. Then you have amazement, which is the feeling you get when you’re in IKEA looking at all the showrooms and can wholehearted say that who ever invented IKEA was a genius. Finally you have frustration, which can be a result of many things. Like when you realize that you’re living in a privately rented house and can’t buy the biggest chandelier they have because you can’t screw anything into the walls. Or the frustration you experience when you realize that you have bought too much stuff to fit in the car you were driving. The final frustration of course takes place at home when you can’t make sense of anything that the instructions say. Then you conclude that the person who wrote the instructions is an incompetent asshole. The room and house are still a work in progress, but I did take some photos of my room.