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Throwaway Literature; The Zine

ZINE HERE

& after all that…

the comfy chair

I’ve been taking it easy the past week, what with having a bad cold & no internet. Hopefully, everything will be working again by the start of next week & hopefully a few of the other projects I’m working on will have come together well enough to announce. There will be a fanfare. Meanwhile, I’ve finished uploading all my good Paris photos, which you can find on Flickr. They’re not in any conceivable order.

See you next week!

Amelia

Experiments in Portraiture

with flowers in her hair

Although a stimulus to the empathetic imagination,
traditional self-portraiture and portraiture rarely display the
multiplicity of people’s personalities, their contradictions and
assumptions, the variety of their secrets and dreams. Ultimately
the main use of reflecting upon and responding to a portrait
may be to discover more about ourselves.

-Roman Krznaric, Empathy and the Art of Living

It was Lia’s birthday a couple of weeks ago and I took the opportunity to practice taking portraits of people. Here is that which I came up with.

that's jack

sink smiles

that's mike

that's stephen (with a lolly)

that's thom

There are a few more at my flickr and the Climate Camp photos are there too, if you want a headstart on tomorrow’s post.

With photographing people I have found that you just need to take so many photos that they stop caring. It also helps if they are drunk or high in terms of whether they put a hand up to their face or the camera to stop you, but not in terms of whether they look at their best for the photo. Kind of ironic really. This ought to be a factor in me taking more photos, so as to condition my friends into being at ease around the camera and also teaching me to be at ease around people with a camera and not be afraid to get in their faces for the perfect shot.

Partay!

Amelia

ps. I am now on Twitter if you’re into following or being followed…

to have and to hold

to have and to hold

Last weekend my good friend George got married, and I took the photos! Here are just a few.

if you and your wife would like to...

beneath the trees

confettii kisses

dahling

More at my flickr

Amelia

We’ll Have to Send you to the Burns Unit

my friends

I spent New Year’s with these freaks close personal friends of mine.

pig fuckerr

We did do pub.

and a twirl

on the midnight move

We did do moving on.

dj dj

We did do party.

for auld aquaintance

roar

bearrr

fuck you, i won't do what you tell me

We did do having a really good time.

More at my flickr.

What did you get up to for New Year’s?

Amelia

Safety Nets

nets

This was nice to see on my Google Reader at work this afternoon! Since it’s still relevant, I’m going to repost that post here (and it saves me coming up with new content during NaNo. Lazy, me? No…)

We spend a large portion of our lives creating and maintaining safety nets for ourselves. These usually take the form of family, or a network of close friends. Having a job makes us feel secure, as does the mortgage which allows us to live in the house that protects us from the elements. Many people put effort into cultivating as many of these safety nets as possible, so if something goes wrong in one area of our life, we know we still have our brother to rely on, or those savings tucked away to cover the rent. If we let go (or are let go), then poof! We know there’s a fairly soft landing for us. It’ll be hard to climb back up the ladder and get on the trapeze again, but at least we didn’t go splat.

A couple of my friends recently moved to France. One has to complete four months at a French University for her Degree, and the other went for the adventure of living in a foreign country, trying to get a job in a place where he doesn’t speak the language so well, and generally seeing what he could achieve. Both of them have the usual safety nets back here – family homes to go to, friends who miss them, and the Uni goer has a boyfriend to come back to. If it all goes wrong out there, they know they can come back to the UK to open arms and a place to stay. They won’t go splat.

But, how does this affect their feelings about the change?

All the Uni goer’s safety nets are here in England, at the moment. If she doesn’t make friends quickly, has trouble with a Professor or even just gets lost in the new town, her first thoughts will be about missing home, missing the comfort of her boyfriend and the ability to call us up at any time to hang out. For the adventurer, he has no specific reason to stay in France, other than his desire. If he doesn’t find a job fast enough then his option a) is to come right on home and start again.

We cultivate safety nets to catch us when we fall, but isn’t there more pressure to hang on when all that’s between you and that faraway sawdust strewn floor is the air? I’m not suggesting a quick family-cide before setting off for a new country, or disposing of all your savings before setting up a new business venture (because you’ll need those…). I am suggesting that before heading into unknown territories, we release ourselves from this safety net thinking. Don’t think about fallback option a) or fallback option b). There is no fallback. Tell your family not to get in touch. Lose your Savings Account number. Don’t look down. Focus completely on what you want or have to do. Then do it.

Because the only other option is: SPLAT.