dear you,
i have a tumblr now (this is what boredom and new decades will do to you). its mostly inspiration so i can keep my own work separate on this (so keep checking for updates on both), for the moment anyway. i may just bite the bullet and use tumblr for everything but i keep changing my mind. i’ll see how much i miss wordpress.
anyway, proceed…
(also expect a few repeat posts)
xo
i don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t knowww
sodding mind chatter won’t stop chattering ughhh, i just want to sleeeep.
it was quiet while we walked through kingston
hand in hand, the streetlights led us to where you lived
we were alone and all you could say was
“all good things must come to an end”
summer, but only for the songs.
brb.
i wish i could find the prints for these. i won’t even bother looking for the negs, who knows where they could be.
been stuck in my head for days.
when your head’s in the clouds
brb, watching gossip girl.
i’ll stop being lazy soon.
i’m a mouth that doesn’t smile
i’m a word that no one ever wants to say
from a mini shoot i did yesterday.
can’t remember what i was going to write now. nothing important, as usual.
internetz late at night gives me headaches. but! i have ideas, lots of ideas. all i need is for them to stay in my head.
does anyone want to buy my canon eos 3 film slr?
say yes.
i really need to stop deleting posts in moments of self deprecation.
playing with lighting setups.
thank you to above model kindly provided.
found a black onyx teardrop necklace at bondi markets and then had this ridiculously amazing part fruit flan, part cake, part slice thing from an italian cafe a little way up the road.
just thought you’d like to know.
is it just me or are there an unusual amount of vintage stores along darling street, balmain. i want to go and explore.
flights for next year are booked, flights from paris to vienna are booked. places to stay in vienna, salzburg and rome are to be announced.
i feel so organised yet at the same time i can feel myself getting closer and closer to an enormous panic attack. i have to get everything together for my passport application.
i’m almost out of polaroid film, i have absolutely no motivation to shoot a single frame, i want those ridiculous studded mesh tights if it kills me, i havnt read the last two weeks of notes from class or even started my assignment, how the hell is it already august?
no wonder i have so much trouble sleeping.
zee plane zee plane
i’m having problems remembering what day of the week it is
see you in april
gross. i hate birthdays.
having read the books so many times i’ve actually lost count, whenever a new hp movie graces the screens i always find it never does the literary version much justice. i mean they’re okay and visually they’re brilliant but i’m never really overly fussed (aside from the chamber of secrets). buuut i think they finally did it with the half-blood prince.
i laughed, i cried, i jumped close to a foot off my chair in fright. and as much as i’d love to give j.k rowling a good swift kick in the shin for writing out sirius black and a handful of my other favourite characters in the final instalment (i’m eternally grateful she however spared draco though), i have high hopes for the deathly hallows.
i’ll shut up now.
ps. download the new set your goals, kittens.
coco avant chanel
i really must go and see this
how can i think so differently to what i did eighteen months ago.
i’m so ridiculously cold.
let’s fight crime with mangoes and limes and join the PGA
ohai blue skies
nice to see you
cold feet, cold hands, sore head, square eyes.
in april/may next year i’ll be in lucerne and florence. that’s all that has been booked thus far.
siked.
surviving for three weeks on two weeks worth of pay is impossible right? its not just me?
i love having a credit card debt that some how seems to keep on growing, the sickening feeling of guilt i get when i realise i won’t be able to save anything this week (or perhaps its just continuing on from the last four weeks), the insuppressible urge i have to compulsively buy every single thing i see, twenty three years of unproductiveness in exactly one month to the day, work refusing to pay me until next monday simply because they can.
thanks guys.
i look forward to the day where i forget to show up to work simply, because i can.
i do this all for five weeks of liberating sanity in around ten months time (kill me).
i some how caved and signed me up for a twitter. yes, follow me for more fascinating life updates.
it was six degrees in dural at around half past nine. yes.
i can’t sleep.
my first attempt at getting a new job failed miserably.
i want to book flights nowwww.
irl version is better
hai winter.
please stay.
fall apart
iron heart
more alive than you’ve ever been
i need an overlocker
someone make patterns for me?
sad face
almost winter cold number one.
find me a new job, srsly kgo.
i’m brave but i’m chicken shit.
i’m running out of ideas
i’m running out of milo
see you soon(ish)
antique stores and chilli linguine
if you squint you can probably see the end of a rainbow in the bottom part of the frame before it was completely swallowed by cloud.
spending your saturday helping your parents clean almost eleven years worth of crap out of the study kind of sucks. millions of receipts kept in a plastic bag for no real apparent reason, stacks and stacks of books, used post it notes, pens, photos etc. (i could go on) all covered in about four inches of dust.
it seems we like to hoard.
sunday afternoon.
anyone remember that cali band the matches?
let me re-introduce you all to shawn harris, taken sometime in 2005 i think.
i scanned this forever ago but i can’t remember where the actual original print is. floating around my room somewhere covered in an inch of dust no doubt.
annnnyway. i’ve been without my computer for a week and have only had it back within my warm embrace for twenty four hours.
i’ll update again this week, promise.
hopefully thats enough dialogue for your liking aj.
i wanted to tell you but you never listened
kris roe
you have crossed the river styx
and the waves have taken you away
chadwick tyler.
there’s a heap more overly creepy shots but these are just the ones i particularly liked.
i just entered head on.
if i’m shortlisted (doubtful, very doubtful) i’d be so ridiculously siked.
otherwise, i’ll be twenty five dollars out of pocket and thats pretty much it.
yeah you were right about me.
read the luminous life of lilly aphrodite.
i’m off to plant snapdragons.
‘kind of sick but not really enough to stay home but did anyway’ day.
chicken soupz, listening to air, saving money on public transport, so long sweet summer.
moar soon.
i don’t write half of what i’m thinking here.
i experience constant mind chatter.
walking through the city on my way to work in the morning, while i try and fall asleep at night, right now.
“i’m the invisible man
who can’t stop staring at the mirror
at the mirror
i want to make you as lonely as me
so you can get, get addicted to this”
too much of this
not enough of me
mellon collie and the infinite sadness
disc one (dawn to dusk)
track two
i finally went and saw twilight this morning and it was incomprehensibly fucking terrible. if you actually liked this film, don’t even get me started. and christopher, i apologise once again for making you endure it (even though the latest bond movie was utter crap in my opinion).
i went into that cinema absolutely despising robert pattinson and i’m disappointed to admit that by the end of movie, i almost found him rather endearing (yet still annoying).
i’ve gone against everything i believe in.
1988-ish
(i was cute once)
and i don’t feel any different.
i think today was the first time i’d been to the beach in well and truly over a year.
i ended up completely drenched and fully clothed at the same time, covered in sand and my normally poker straight locks turned into salty curls.
i’m not a new years eve person either.
i hate champagne and paris hilton.
i can’t mix photos with more than a few lines of dialogue.
i’m terrible at it.
i always delete all of it.
i’ve got troubled thoughts and the self esteem to match
what a catch
oh lack of inspiration.
i present you with edie insead.
anyway, you get my drift.
i’ve been putting my room back together all afternoon. the amount of crap i seem to endlessly consume will never ever cease to amaze me.
i’ve managed to find a place for probably almost three quarters of it, i’m getting there.
i’ve nothing to post, this past week has been eaten up by work, work, oh and yeah, work.
(if you were wondering, work has gone from tolerable to intolerable to complete and utter shit)
i’m going to go back to three days a week as soon as possibleee.
oh yes.
i’ve never been good at doing backflips anyway.
suckers.
my head just explodeddddd.
accidental almost black hair.
i feel like a neatly dressed goth.
its like, the tv show equivalent of cake.
hopefully i’ll have my final exhibition print on monday.
fingers crossed it looks semi decent.
i’m in loveeee with weegee’s palace theatre series.
i’m in the wars.
in the last hour i’ve walked into a bin and sliced open my toe, slammed my finger in the door of the washing machine, bitten my tongue as a result of sneezing and i’m sure the ~enviromentally friendly~ surface cleaner i use to clean my bathroom singed the hair located inside both of my nostrils.
i’m cooking pasta, place your bets on third degree burns now.
i can has de-bugged computer back.
my fall out boy tickets arrived in ze mailz. excellent seats, oh yesm.
smokers, fake blood and photography myspaces.
ugh.
be gone.
mini labs in sydney that won’t royally bollocks up the colour temperature, brightness and contrast of the two below shots?
i managed to get my paws on a brand new canon eos 3 slr body for $824, they normally retail for just over two grand.
however, these are digital. i was too lazy and poor to buy film this week.
i need to get myself a copy of british vogue.
happy halloweenz
mi dispiace for lack of updating.
i chew through film like its going out of style.
if you’re going to freeze your film, i would advise letting it “defrost” in the fridge before you make a beeline to shove it into your camera. thankfully this photo didn’t result in the demise of my beloved polaroid one.
nom lefroy is back
gtfo rain.
oh iphone, you brilliant little thing.
i’m so fucking tired and for once its not because of my unfavourable sleeping patterns.
the weather is also hopelessly shit, i wouldnt be surprised if i caught some virulent strain of something.
fuck you chronic paranoia, fuck you telstra, fuck you daylight savings, fuck you northern hemisphere. ihy.
kind of.
happy october bishes.
fool enough to almost be it
cool enough to not quite see it
doomed
pick your pockets full of sorrow
and run away with me tomorrow
june
you’ll find i’ll start regurgitating anything and everything i shot in the last year because i’m pretty much sick of seeing my backyard. and i really don’t leave the house with the exception of going to work, at the moment anyway.
i think this was shot in march this year, on ilford delta 100.
balmain/rozelle, on his way back to uni.
oh hussy.
and tonight will go on forever while we
walk around this town like we own the streets
and stay awake through summer like we own the heat
seeing as i haven’t shot anything worth posting.
actually i haven’t shot anything at all.
class starts next week, tidying my room starts next week, painting my room starts next week, anything to keep me from thinking too much while i’m not at work starts next week.
at least i’m sleeping.
dear food, i miss you.
i can’t even think straight.
baby leaves for paris tomorrow.
excuse me being a bundle of nerves for the next month.
just around the start of sunset this afternoon, post rain.
will throw a couple more up when i feel like it.
saturday was mental, something like thirty degrees in sydney apparently. no love for the weather.
my glowing white pins were subjected to actual daylight for the first time in months, as were my feet who now bear the blisters of trudging all over paddington/darlinghurst/surry hills for the better part of four hours.
someone keep me occupied for the next four weeks after saturday.
has it been just over a week already? yet still the longest and most punishing week of my life to date.
i hate working full time, it melts my brain and sucks out my soul through my nostrils. definitely glad classes start again in three weeks time, for the sake of my poor soul.
hai spring.
i’ll post something on the more substantial side later.
you’re sikeddd.
no more winter, life is over.
have been listening to this literally all week.
silent alarm is still there, it pokes its head out every now and then even on this album.
sooo, current favourite. that and onelinedrawing’s sketchy ep #2.
i’m becoming the most annoyingly meticulous saver, its ridiculous.
new bloc party, i has it :]
the next five weeks are going to suck, me and my ~brilliant~ ideas.
i have around thirteen hours to change my mind.
and finally, because i feel the need to offer some clarity for those dimwitted few. this is primarily a photoblog, whether whats posted here is my own work or someone else’s i’ve come across. that being said, you may come across the occasional entry containing an overt display of my conspicuously forked tounge.
i apologise in advance for this as i do try and refrain from such a thing, as i am, as you so aptly put it, a better person.
i suggest you cease in your lurking if you’re going to get your nose out of joint.
that is all.
normally i’m not all that partial to sasha, but i rather enjoy these.
a few of the black and whites from a shoot by craig mcdean.
this never stays for as long as i’d like and i always miss it terribly.
actually, they’re violets.
will be very siked to welcome the end to this week (and the rain).
twenty two.
saturday night was considerably better than i was expecting it to be. was pleased.
saturday morningish, or early afternoon.
slightly smitten with the sky.
i should be in bed asleeping but..
two of my favourites.
you don’t know how lovely you are.
was so close to not taking this.
george street, before the rain.
(my scanner enjoys ruining my life by lightening my scans)
i have jumped on the proverbial bandwagon.
