A short video I made for my christmas project: 24 Hour Hunter Photographer. We were instructed to watch from a window over a 24 hour period -all at once or broken up- and to record our observations through any medium. I chose video but decided to concentrate mostly on the element of sound, using only what I happened to record down along with the pictures (little bit of amazing trivia, the creepy music is from Star Wars which happened to be on in the background, I slowed it waaaay down during editing). Anyway it ended up feeling a little sinister...
Friday, 2 October 2009
Two weeks at uni now and I have found it very enjoyable. It's so good to be thinking creatively again, and I've met some cool people, so all is well. The travel is killing me though, the underground is so hot and crowded and long (both literally and in terms of boredom). I knew this already obviously, but spending hours a days having to deal with it now is a pain in the arse. Plus, i've decided that if I ever go on Room 101, oyster cards are going in. They are the most unexplained and irritating phenomena in the history of london transport. No one fucking understands them! I can't tell how much money they are taking off, and chingford doesn't even have the things to tap them on at the end of the journey, so the system just assumes you haven't paid for your journey! I tell you, it's pissing me off to an insane degree.
Sort it out, Boris.
Sunday, 30 August 2009
Tuesday, 25 August 2009
Monday, 3 August 2009
It was my 19th on Saturday and Chris got me a flipping iPod shuffle and a Polaroid camera! I don't think he could have gotten it more right had he climbed into my very own brain. I'm not at all materialistic, nor do I usually get on very well with technology in general, but I bloody love these gifts.
Anyway I have yet to receive the film I ordered so i will post some pictures as soon as I feel ready to waste the expensive little buggers.
Tuesday, 28 July 2009
Friday, 24 July 2009
Sunday, 19 July 2009
Friday, 17 July 2009
Tuesday, 24 February 2009
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'