Red Faced Men on Television

•October 7, 2009 • 3 Comments

Today, I’ve decided that I’m too tired and ill to talk about anything of importance, so I’m going to talk about the disintegration of my perfect day. My morning started off with a very long perusal of the most awesome website in existence. If you’ve never heard of My Life is Average, then you really must at least glance at it. I almost missed my train to college I was having so much fun. It was nice sharing some of them with Mum, who was kindly dropping me off at the station before she went to work. For those of you who don’t know, MLIA is a collection of short anecdotes depicting how average a day the writer has had. In my opinion, the site should be renamed My Life is Awesome, considering the amount of bizarre, almost unbelievable events that happen. Ninjas, Harry Potter, Where’s Waldo and Dinosaurs are the common themes, although a large amount of people have used it to propose to their spouses. It’s a sweet idea.

After an uneventful train journey, I managed to put my ticket in the barrier upside down after sniggering at all of the people who were having problems with them previously. It rained during my 30 minute walk to the college. I didn’t mind. Once I got there I met up with the rest of my Roomset* group and we crammed into a small, hot room to discuss our ideas with the lecturer for the project; after an hour and a half we were still confused on whether we could realistically build our set and shoot it, but nobody wanted to go back in and talk to Jeff. They just wanted to moan about it, and panic, and ‘faff’ about. Thanks to my time in the Air Cadets, I’ve gained more confidence, and it irked me to see that they were complaining, but not doing anything about it. In the end I talked to Jeff again, and thankfully I cleared up what we could, and couldn’t do. Unfortunately, I have to go into college on my day off and see what our second shot will look like, and what we can include, and how the perspective will change when we remove one wall.

(I’m sorry that this isn’t making much sense, but I just wanted to get it all out. If you have any questions you can ask them in the comments.)

To cheer myself up after all that unnecessary stress, I decided to buy myself ‘My Bloody Valentine 3D’ for £8 in WH Smiths (£12 cheaper than it was in HMV), but I haven’t had a chance to watch it yet. I’ll probably watch it tomorrow after I phone a couple of photographers about work experience. Once I got outside, it rained harder and I had to walk quickly to the station, which would have taken me about fifteen minutes, but instead took me seven. I then had to walk home in the pouring rain, but again I didn’t mind even though I was cold. (I like the rain, although I like it better when I’m inside tucked in bed.) I bought myself a healthy salad on the way up the road; got ready for Air Cadets; felt ill throughout the night, and just generally fed up of all the ‘bollocking’. And now I’m here, at home, curled up on the sofa next to the fire.

So yes, that was my day.
I’m sorry that this wasn’t a more interesting post, but as mentioned before I’m feeling uninspired, ill, tired and generally aggravated at the world around me.

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* We’re doing a corridor scene (basic plan shown above). A woman runs from a sinister looking man at the end of the hall, a gun obvious in his hand. In the second shot, the roles have been reversed and she stands over his dead body, her shadow bleeding over him.

The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowing in the Wind.

•October 6, 2009 • 2 Comments

Despite the short time in which I had to think of a subject to discuss for today, my choice was a relatively easy one. The person in mind popped up on my Twitter a few days earlier after a lengthy absence, and her products have always inspired a fashion based lust in me. The knitting superstar known only as Yokoo has been a member of the Etsy community since late 2007, and during that time has sold 805 pieces from her entirely handmade and extremely unique collection of hats, scarves, chains and necklaces. In an interview with the creators of Etsy she quite convincingly tells us that she is “just like everyone else”, yet the answers that she gives leads us to believe quite the opposite; she is a woman of incredible depth. Although slightly flustered by her newfound fame in the fashion world (fans include Gwen Stefani and bloggers such as 13 year-old Tavi Gevinson) she seems fully capable of whipping out exciting new ideas, constantly surprising customers with unusual takes on winter- and autumn-wear.

 

Oatmeal Supascarf, above.

The most notable and the most versatile items in her shop would have to be the often multi-coloured, sometimes long, sometimes short, and almost always chunky, Chain range. From the ‘Sweetheart Chain’ to the ‘Braided Chain’ in Pony Grey there is a colour to suit every taste, and each piece can be customised to the wearer’s needs and wants. No two brands are alike, and the materials vary between each item, but with her hard working approach to business (as well as knitting; eight hours are taken out of each day to knit) it is plain to see that every single customer will receive a well made accessory at the end of the day.

Yokoo has never been one to follow the crowd. She admits that she creates for herself more than anyone else, and that has never been more obvious when you venture into her online store. Although it’s rare to hear of men wearing her knits, she is a woman who works a strong, masculine feel into her larger pieces, yet still manages to produce a softer, more feminine touch in her headbands and pompom shoe attachments. Every single piece is a statement. It shouts out that the person wearing it does not care about what the general populace wants and feels about fashion. Her Tote Bags are practical and hard wearing, and could be shouldered by just about anyone. In short, everything she creates has purpose.

The Sweetheart Chain, above.

Recently, alongside her ravishing knits, she has ventured into the world of printed scarves and t-shirts, sparking rumours that there will be more to come in the near future. Even though they seem minimal at a brief glance, once you really examine them you realise that they still have that unique perspective, that bold, underlying comment on what people want to wear and what they think they should wear. The “Printed Body Scarf” has been done in grey monotones, but the sheer size of it increases the impact; despite not being a “girly-girl”, herself, she still manages to cater to them extremely well. The fact that she uses herself as a model for every single photograph highlights the eccentricity of both the creator and the creations, allowing us to see her individual stamp.

If you would like to see more of Yokoo’s images then visit her Flickr account at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/yokooyokoo/ Or if you would like to buy any of her fantastic creations then click on the address below.
http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5219973

The English Thompson in Mint, above.
All images in this article belong to Yokoo.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/yokooyokoo/

It Makes Me Laugh, This Photograph.

•October 5, 2009 • 9 Comments

Okay, so it’s the first official ‘opening day’ of this blog and I’m currently writing from Windows Live Writer, so let’s see how this works out. Hopefully it won’t go awfully wrong. I’ve only just got the hang of WordPress, as it is. Anyways. I wasn’t sure what to write about today, and I had a number of things whirling around in my head, but I’ve decided to stick to a safe subject for now. Although I, myself, could be considered a teenage photographer, I am going to be referring to the young men and women that have taken the far reaching corners of the internet by storm. This segment will most likely come each week, considering this is a fond subject of mine, and so if anyone has any unheard of suggestions, then please feel free to comment below.

The first ‘contender’, Sita McVay, who is more commonly known as Sita Marie on the community of Flickr, is a photographic pioneer at the age of eleven. Described as “probably the coolest 11 year-old on Earth”, she likes happy things, tickle fights and long car rides during which she’ll listen to the Beatles, and Regina Spektor; despite her status as one of many very young, and very talented, photographers she remains level-headed and handles her newfound fame with unabashed ease. Every single image has an ethereal and very child-like quality to them, highlighting the fact that she is indeed still a child; the portraits of her sister, Beth (also a Flickr favourite), helps to evoke a sense of the bond that the two share.

 

Her photographs consist of honest portraits, both human and animal, experimentation with film cameras, and images of friends or family situated in golden fields, enchanted forests or placed against a backdrop of sturdy fencing. There is nothing artificial about Sita’s pictures; she takes whatever she feels like without the inhibition of trying to be perfect and technical, or having to work for someone else other than herself. Her self portraits are innocent, and filled with natural light, her post-production brief and sometimes done by her sister. And yet despite this, her images have a serious and mature undertone, demanding that people sit up and pay attention.

Her set-ups are small and never elaborate. They have the look of someone who’s just decided that she will include her bicycle in the image, but only at last minute, and only to see what it would look like. Sita seems ever curious, too busy exploring the world around her to construct huge sets, or to enlist a hoard of models. A very large number of her photographs have made it to Explore (a page that shows the images with the most views, comments and favourites in a short time), and that has helped to project her view of the world into a more public eye.

Despite her age I believe that Sita will, in time, become an even bigger phenomenon than she is now, and luckily, because of her youth, she’s way ahead of everyone else.

To see more of Sita Marie’s work visit her Flickr page at: http://www.flickr.com/photos/25997138@N06/

All photographs in this article belong to Sita McVay.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/25997138@N06/

The Fourth of October. A New Beginning of Sorts.

•October 4, 2009 • 2 Comments

I’m not really sure what to write here at the moment, but I’ve decided that I’m going to develop my writing skill by discussing anything and everything going on in my life, the world around me, or the world in general; it might be tips, recipes, weather, news, art, politics, or whatever I feel like talking about at the time. So hopefully, I’ll gather a few friends from this, or followers, or something, and hopefully I’ll have fun doing this.

I suppose I ought to tell you something of myself, but it will be brief. For one I don’t always talk like this (so prim and proper), but because I’m trying to hone my writing, I will. Secondly, my name is Lianne; I have a double-barrelled middle name, I sometimes forget how to spell things, I’m nineteen years old and I was born in the ’90s; my favourite colour is blue, my hair colour is a mix of red, brown, blonde and has yet to be categorised in the hairdressing books; I like reading, watching cooking programmes, and Supernatural, and Merlin, and I want to be a photographer. I’m currently attending a second year university course (HND Photography), which is situated in a college a short train journey away; I’m still undecided as to whether I’m going to take the final year and gain my BA(Hons).
I’m close to my family, especially my mother who I consider to be one of my closest friends, and I have a small number of people who I deem friends, although I don’t speak to them as much as I’d like. My other half, who I’ve been with since I was fourteen, is the type of guy who makes you feel completely at ease with, and, as cliché as it sounds, I really do not know what I would do without him. He has sure hands and a quick mind, eyes that look like melted amber, and a personality that matches mine. Let’s just say he looks after me, and he’s someone I wouldn’t mind spending the rest of my life with.

And so, to conclude, this is my blog, Untitled.

“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life. It goes on.” – Robert Frost

silent springPhotograph: Lianne Hooper
 
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