I've got nothing to do today, literally nothing and it's driving me a bit insane. The carpet men are meant to be coming so everything in the house is now in the garden and I can't even play Mario Kart. Sob. So I thought I would go back to the old school and spend 6 hours surfing the web and generally wasting time. It doesn't feel very productive and I get depressed when I'm not doing productive things but I should learn to stop being scared of letting time go by without anything significant happening.
And on the up side, I get to bore you all for a bit.
I posted a link to my Flickr page in my other blog yesterday, asking people to tell me what they thought. I suppose I shouldn't have said that if I didn't want absolute honesty, and also I suppose maybe I'm just used to hearing people say my photos are pretty (is that arrogance, then?) but some random guy I've never spoken to before left me a note saying I was 'trying too hard' and I should learn to take photos just for fun.
S'cuse me, you what? Isn't that what I do ALL the time?
He also said a photo very close to my heart wasn't in context. Fuck. Right. Off. Every photo I take fits into a context that matters to me and that's what I care about. Until someone comes along and pays me moolah to undertake a project that fits to THEIR specification (and sometimes they do) then it's all about what I want, what I see, what I like, what I know. What a bellend, telling me that stuff.
Or maybe he wasn't, and I just can't take criticism.
The other day though, my friend Jo told me I'm 'shit hot' at what I do. So I prefer to listen to that, rather than the nutter who would presumably like to dictate all my future photographs to me exactly as I SHOULD be shooting them.
I went out last night for Mexican food and what can I say, I guess my chicken fajita didn't agree with me. We went across the road to the Slug and Lettuce afterwards and I was just starting to enjoy myself when my stomach started melting and I literally had to FLY home. Well, I got my friend Rob to give me a lift, that might as well be flying - he drives like a maniac.
That paragraph was really boring.
I've got some gigs tomorrow, Monday and Tuesday. I'm not sure how I feel about doing them - I'll see how they go. I don't know if anyone wants to hear about how I think Calvin Harris should be shot or that, as a resident of Penge, my only possible destiny is to marry a crack dealer and push out 15 kids.
I took some photos of myself, to experiment with natural light, using the walls of my room as a backdrop and the self-timer mode on my SLR. Also, to see if I am in any way photogenic.
And on the up side, I get to bore you all for a bit.
I posted a link to my Flickr page in my other blog yesterday, asking people to tell me what they thought. I suppose I shouldn't have said that if I didn't want absolute honesty, and also I suppose maybe I'm just used to hearing people say my photos are pretty (is that arrogance, then?) but some random guy I've never spoken to before left me a note saying I was 'trying too hard' and I should learn to take photos just for fun.
S'cuse me, you what? Isn't that what I do ALL the time?
He also said a photo very close to my heart wasn't in context. Fuck. Right. Off. Every photo I take fits into a context that matters to me and that's what I care about. Until someone comes along and pays me moolah to undertake a project that fits to THEIR specification (and sometimes they do) then it's all about what I want, what I see, what I like, what I know. What a bellend, telling me that stuff.
Or maybe he wasn't, and I just can't take criticism.
The other day though, my friend Jo told me I'm 'shit hot' at what I do. So I prefer to listen to that, rather than the nutter who would presumably like to dictate all my future photographs to me exactly as I SHOULD be shooting them.
I went out last night for Mexican food and what can I say, I guess my chicken fajita didn't agree with me. We went across the road to the Slug and Lettuce afterwards and I was just starting to enjoy myself when my stomach started melting and I literally had to FLY home. Well, I got my friend Rob to give me a lift, that might as well be flying - he drives like a maniac.
That paragraph was really boring.
I've got some gigs tomorrow, Monday and Tuesday. I'm not sure how I feel about doing them - I'll see how they go. I don't know if anyone wants to hear about how I think Calvin Harris should be shot or that, as a resident of Penge, my only possible destiny is to marry a crack dealer and push out 15 kids.
I took some photos of myself, to experiment with natural light, using the walls of my room as a backdrop and the self-timer mode on my SLR. Also, to see if I am in any way photogenic.
I took some photos of my friend's band, Elle S'appelle at the Camden Crawl a couple of months back, as well as the band they supported, One Night Only:
And I took some photos of the South Bank, my favourite part of my home city:
So now you can judge for yourself whether I'm trying too hard. Whatever that means?
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Your photos are great, as are pretty much all the ones you post (don't know about the others!!!) I don't know what that twat is talking about since you can see very clear and appropriate context in the photos up there. And you are funny looking, sorry, thought you already knew