Finally, the sore throat has abated! No lemon pips nor gargling with sulphuric acide, just my usual diet of booze and fags seems to have kicked the whole thing into touch. I still didn't get much sleep as I suddenly got paranoid about not being able to breathe - that and 'emergency girlfriend' Bekiii's idea of 'nursing'. This seems to consist of ignoring my pleas to stay away and leave me to be maudlin and sickly by myself - turning up at my house with equally hyperactive friend Kim, insisting that I photograph them in lipstick lesbian poses (okay that bit was starting to make me feel better), and then dragging me out for a 'quick drink'. This is then followed by insisting that she stays over to make sure that I'm okay which seemed to involve tying me to the bed and abusing me in ways that I cannot discuss in an open forum.
In all fairness it did seem to have the desired effect and I do feel back on form (especially after the hills were alive to the sound of abusing again in the morning - oh and early afternoon), and a lot less depressed (combination of bust up, illness and stoopid arguements on the photography forum were starting to wear me down). Now all I have to do is find another excuse not to do any work and my week is complete.......oh yeah, it's Friday tomorrow - you never get anything done on fridays anyway!
I'm still looking at the Afghan offer. Turns out that the idea is to go as an independant rather than embedded with the army. That means that you have to worry about everyone shooting at you and ending up a name on the journalists memorial in NY. I missed out on the war in Afghanistan and Iraq on the insistance of the ex. It seems she didn't want me to be killed - she was saving that little delight for herself I guess. Given the current situation it seems like a nice opportunity to get into more hard news, and the situation over there is volatile but stable compared to Iraq. I guess if all went well I'd probably go over there as well if there was a specific offer on the table and not just a nudge from my agent.
Actually you may not be suprised to hear that views on my life expectancy have shrunk considerably in the last month so maybe I might start going on these jobs that I have always knocked back - can anyone suggest the most dangerous place I could possibly go at the moment? Now cambodia is a whole bunch safer these days what am I left with?......Columbia?
Answers on a post card please.
In all fairness it did seem to have the desired effect and I do feel back on form (especially after the hills were alive to the sound of abusing again in the morning - oh and early afternoon), and a lot less depressed (combination of bust up, illness and stoopid arguements on the photography forum were starting to wear me down). Now all I have to do is find another excuse not to do any work and my week is complete.......oh yeah, it's Friday tomorrow - you never get anything done on fridays anyway!
I'm still looking at the Afghan offer. Turns out that the idea is to go as an independant rather than embedded with the army. That means that you have to worry about everyone shooting at you and ending up a name on the journalists memorial in NY. I missed out on the war in Afghanistan and Iraq on the insistance of the ex. It seems she didn't want me to be killed - she was saving that little delight for herself I guess. Given the current situation it seems like a nice opportunity to get into more hard news, and the situation over there is volatile but stable compared to Iraq. I guess if all went well I'd probably go over there as well if there was a specific offer on the table and not just a nudge from my agent.
Actually you may not be suprised to hear that views on my life expectancy have shrunk considerably in the last month so maybe I might start going on these jobs that I have always knocked back - can anyone suggest the most dangerous place I could possibly go at the moment? Now cambodia is a whole bunch safer these days what am I left with?......Columbia?
Answers on a post card please.
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Calvers said:
A british female photographer , who lived in the heart of London's red light district, did a project where she photographed prostitutes in their working environment and talked to them about the re backround. The shots were sensitive, real, gritty, and brough something to the page that had'nt been seen before. All of the subjects had a quiet dignity about them, and the shots were painfully selected to avoid anything contrived or posed. For me it is the ultimate work on this subject and really doesn't need expanding upon, especially with the adddition of wings and wigs.
Would be really great to know, I am a photography student and love finding new stuff to look at
Shit. I think you're getting close enough as it is.
I take it from your response to the last comment, you've survived so far? Perhaps you're still away.
Who knows.