Broken Home

Sad to think I watched a family grow up, grow apart and each member die within the space of two short years. Creatures of sweet temperment and disposition that so enlightened me and taught me the virtues of patience and how to be caring are now one with the Earth again and rest in eternal peace. They made me a better person and in return they died of myxomatosis. I couldn't give back what I owed to them; a good long and healthy life.

Ammunition

Armed with rolls of film of ISO speed 400 (highest ISO speed I've used so far) and a trusty camera on a sunny day I feel happy and powerful. I can capture moments in time and freeze it, prevent death from getting his grip on living things and preserve them happily and frame them as momentos. Nothing bad can happened when I'm in the right mood and I have a film camera on a sunny day. I know my pictures won't turn to shit and be blurry nonsensical grey blobs on shiny paper.

You make my dreams come true

Main Street at Disneyland Calirfornia.
There were soo many characters around to take photgraphs with, actors in costume there were all the amazing stores there as well as places to purchase photographs taken during the day merchandise food and all the usual stuff. The ehart of Disneyland that branches off into each 'land'. It was the beginning of something special.

I use a typewriter now, typewriter's are cool

Although sometimes you tend to have little interesting spaces crop up where you didn't want them and maybe the tape reel needs to be replaced or something and using lined paper makes things look even more mishapen and wonky than they already are.

I love Diana

Smiling is obviously not my forte after being in isolation away from my school friends for a week and hanging around the house alone with exception to my family members. All I need is fifteen cats and then my crazy expression will reflect an insane state of mind and the angst of a lonely hermit perhaps.






Fail attempt at being a little bit saucy and seductive. I just look hungry and that I finally decided to eat my own lip. It's either that, or the result of botched surgery that has reduced my lip. Damn.


Favourite picture of the new happy couple in pink; All the finer details are in focus, you can see all the grainy texture of the body of the camera and the bright infectiously happy fluorescent pink of the camera and a foggy lens as well as viewfinder.


Lomography vision-
I look like such a steampunk right here, but ever since I bid on Mr Pink Diana F+ I have wanted to place the two lenses on my eyes. I actually like this shot despite the fact I had the camera propped on a tripod which i had set up myself and I just had to guess where to go and be still as possible to get the writing on each lense legible. I am proud of my lomography cameras a lot as you can probably tell by now.


Gorgeously feminine.






I don't look scared, or like I'm hiding in this shot. My brown eyes kind of just convey a sense of myserty "who is this girl?". Least I'd like to think so. Hides my nose too which is always good in my opinion.







Om nom nom.









Shooting blanks.


First kiss. I love lomography cameras, they're well designed and lightweight and look amazing. Bright and fun but durable enough for a few of life's little mistakes. They are delicate though and intricate when you look on the inside and remove the lens so be careful with her, it's a little easy to break her heart... or him if you are the lucky owner of a Mr Pink then him.

To the left

Everything you own in the box to the left, not really. Next to my bed I have my small collection of lomography boxes from their cameras including all the nice little books that come with them because they be good reading. Got two copies of the same one but one is better than the other so I guess I can take the bad copy around with me when I'm bored and want to get inspired and read charming stories about zombies and Andy Warhol.

Bow ties are cool

Possibly brainwashed by all the Doctor Who I've been watching these holidays and all the hype following Series 6 being launched in NYC I have been inspired and taught to love bow ties. Maybe that's why I like to wear them in my hair and as a part of my clothes and made some for my wall too. I like bow ties. Bow ties are cool. And rather dapper and fetching.

Missed Opportunity

Just a post to say I am mourning the loss of a beautiful backpack I didn't but but really should have and it drives me crazy whenever I see this one girl that has it. It's like it's being rubbed in my face and I don't like it. I am forever doomed to scour ebay looking for beautiful backpacks and crazy occult jewellery that is somehow non-offensive.

Very Superstitious

So obviously I just haven't learnt that valuable lesson yet that when you colour in large copious amounts with a greylead pencil the better alternative was to carefully use a fineliner or maybe oil pastel because the light bounces off and the thin paper warps and you just get all these weird problems...

Herb

My little boy was strong and he clinged to life surprising me. I hate the Summer and summer rain. I hate mosquitos and everything that happens in an Australian Summer. I long for the days when I can run away to other countries and avoid January in Australia. All the worst things happen in that month. It just makes me depressed and mad.

The colour of happiness

Colour truly is a gift. I can't help but wonder, during my Chemistry and Physics classes if there are colours unknown to the human eye. We are all familiar with the visible spectrum, the colours of the rainbow shortened down to the acronym ROY G BIV. But is there more than meets the eye? In the higher frequency such as ultra-violet region and the lower frequency such as the infra-red region (which when viewed through technology presents us with colours of the rainbow) are there more colours?
I'm too afraid to ask such a philosophical question and I'm afraid that the answer is no. I don't want my imagination to be limited to dream.

Coming along nicely

My wall has evolved from a plain white plaster canvas. It also muffles the sounds of the possum we have in our roof too which is a slight comfort whenever I hear scratching and growling at ungodly hours of the night. Posters, magazine extracts, a newspaper clipping of a gig I went to, a note from my boyfriend's mother, two small toy ptereodactyl's and a paper crane suspended from my ceiling and tourist maps from America.
Yes, I am glad to call this abode my home.

Waiting...

An hour and a half bus ride takes me to meet my boyfriend at Chadestone. It's not unusual that i get extremely bored and play Nintendo DS or take photos using my old Finepix Z camera. It's worth it though, since I don't get to see him much outside of work (we're both basketball referees). Still, we talk and commune a great deal and that keeps our relationship strong.