"Unseen, we fly into the homes of men, where there are children, and for every day on which we find a good child who pleases his parents and deserves their love, God shortens our days of trial. The child does not know when we float through his room, but when we smile at him in approval one year is taken from our three hundred. But if we see a naughty, mischievous child we must shed tears of sorrow, and each tear adds a day to the time of our trial." somehow, in a weird way, these pictures sum up my impressions of copenhagen...
up to
design for life in louisiana down to
the streets of den haag see
film experiments: an introduction
I should mention that not
all of my holga pictures were treated to maniacal film experiments. the top pic certainly was - I left it in salty water overnight then dried it, pretty simple. I decided not to do the same with my camphone pics because I don't think "water damage" is covered in my phone's warranty...
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andersen's copenhagen see
film experiments: an introduction
this year I decided to have some serious fun with my summer holiday snaps. inspired by the cult of film destroying, I treated my holga negatives to all manner of household products in an attempt to produce images that are a little more challenging to the eye. the esoteric nature of holga pictures somehow lends itself well to this particular form of image manipulation. I've since found that daubing globs of peroxide bleach on your negs is a great and therapeutic way of bonding with your photos. and it's a lot of filthy fun as well. some of the results will follow shortly...
top pic, clockwise from top centre:
1 exotic dressing (soy sauce, sesame oil, garlic, salt, lemon juice)
2 salt and vinegar
3 tea 'n' tabasco
4 marmite sandwich (with lettuce garnish)
5 cocktail (made from alcoholic bitters)
6 custard
my moblog has become slightly over-run with kiting pictures of late... so here's a few more to add to the pile.
shortly after these pics were taken I kiteswam* the length of this gorgeous beach. I remember it was this time last year that I stood on scheveningen beach staring at all the power kites being flown and thinking, "gosh, it would be really nice to have one of those..."
*using the same motions as you would for swimming, using the kite to pull you along.
...was my next thought after "shit, my bike's been stolen."
please note: this type of lock is useless. don't buy it.