Sunday 28 February 2010

into the wild



There is a pleasure in the pathless woods; / There is a rapture on the lonely shore; / There is society, where none intrudes, / By the deep sea, and music in its roar; / I love not man the less, but Nature more... / - Lord Byron

if you havent seen this film yet-watch it- its amazing-even more amazing than peanut butter and blackcurrant jam- yes..really...that amazing. I could go on- but you should really go and watch it.

xXx

Thursday 18 February 2010

if you dont go...you'll never know.

im very very glad these people did go.
and would like to thank them muchly.
inspirations doesn't even begin to describe these men.
xXx






Wednesday 17 February 2010

muse eee ummms

at the moment im having to spend a fair bit of daylight stuck in a scary off white, flourescent lit room with strangers.thats all im allowed to say on the matter....apart from the fact its horrible and makes my brain ache.

but today i escaped for a couple of hours and went skipping down the road and around the corner. and there i saw it. words like the beginning of a rainbow vivid in technicolour (no off white to be seen). TRURO MUSEUM. FREE ENTRY.
i spent the next couple of hours looking at so many things, all of them amazing.
tools and the most beautifully crafted jewellery from the bronze age.
a multitude of incredible rocks and crystal from Ms M Nature herself.
a chillingly awesome mummy from the land of the Pharaohs.

they also had a couple of stunning photography exhibitions
sites by Nik Strangelove. a wicked group of images that focus on cornish landmarks. he has other stuff on his website.
below is my favourite-his picture of jubilee pool.

an english eye by James Ravilious. here's one of my favourite pictures. and check out his website here

xXx



Tuesday 16 February 2010

joshua james

the 'other songs you may like' button on places like itunes is dangerous...reckon its clearing out my bank account slowly.
but then other times it makes you aware of people like mr joshua james. just found out he played london at the beginning of feb....if only a flux capacitator was real and then id go back to that gig.
his voice is amazing...well i think so.
curl your ears round this

xXx











theres more on his website too. here tis

when I grow up...



ok so Ive decided to put up the documentary i helped make in my final year of uni.
im still not too keen on the finished piece-and this is in no offence to team H. but have a look and see what you think. the uploaded quality isnt the best either.

this was the write up about it from the showcase website.

A subtle exploration into “coming of age” in British society, this documentary explores the concept of adulthood through interview, poetry and poignant visuals. The film emphasizes the mundane and dispels the myth that the journey to adulthood is an instantaneous one.
Despite being influenced by the imagery of documentarists such as Henry Singer and Phil Grabsky this film offers a unique take on explorative documentary, drawing on wider influences such as the photography of Martin Parr and the poetry of Rudyard Kipling to produce an aesthetically pleasing and mentally stimulating documentary film.
The documentary is interview led; focusing upon people of different ages, from various backgrounds and who have had varying life experiences. A Graduate, Grandmother, Artist and Father are just a few examples resulting in a range of views on adulthood being portrayed.
The documentary is directed by Natasha Jones and Edited by Laura Newbury. Jo Munkenbeck is responsible for the cinematography and Daisy May Harvey for the Sound Design.

xXx

When I grow up. from laura newbury on Vimeo.

Friday 12 February 2010

'and the streams of dust...

...come from the sky, and bathe him in what looks like light'

http://www.ngdigitalmotion.com/clips/4470264_002
incredible.
no
other
words
needed

xXx

Wednesday 10 February 2010

Sunday 7 February 2010

its fun to film the circus.

they say simple things please simple minds.
spent all day standing still, staring and pressing a little red button.
couldn't have been happier.
xXx




Thursday 4 February 2010

just so I never forget it.

a few moons ago now. some clever cat introduced me to the amazingness that is TED and more specifically to a little chat from one of the most inspiringly honest photographers i have listened to. Mr James Nachtwey. His pictures are pretty harrowing-but please listen to it. If you take pictures and sometimes, when you prioritise that over work/earning money/doing the sensible thing, question your sanity at doing so-this talk will reaffirm everything. I promise.no fingers crossed or anything.

Wednesday 3 February 2010

snOOPin



back in the day, i chose to go and live in brighton for a while. Id love to say that it was for some profound reason such as its 'cosmopolitan yet at the same time bohemian atmosphere' that is sold to you in every leaflet or prospectus, but this would be a lie...brighton is by the sea...the end.
After a 3 year love affair with this city I still go back as often as I can to visit friends and take mini pilgrimages to certain places. down to the seafront so I can skate from the posh marina all the way to the skeleton of the west pier, to the south lanes so I can attempt to find the alleyway from Quadrophenia or the shop that sells venetian masks, and then to north lanes to visit the most magical place in the whole city. Snoopers paradise.

ok so...most people dont really see it as magical....more of a pretty chilly junk shop. but when I walked into this place for the first time something hit me (apart from the overwhelming musty smell). To try and describe what it was will only make me sound super geeky but ill do my best. You see..I like stuff, especially little random things with meanings practically unknown to others who may view it as tat. and snooper paradise is full of stuff.

random artifacts from peoples lives that held such meaning to one individual are now simply displayed with a small description and price. Their importance, which kept them cherised for so many years, erased in the blink of a shopowners eye.
a childs bear that stopped the terror of night time is now 'bear circa 1950 £10-slight fray in seems'. Boxes of letters and postcards telling their recipient of sunny holidays, births, deaths and tea parties, are all given a standard value of 25p. that crystal glass, given as a wedding gift and only ever brought out on special occasions can now be found on a shelf that strains under the weight of all the other prized crystal...£3 per glass.

The last time I was there, I found an old suitcase full of slides (25p/50p respectively) documenting certain moments in a lifetime where great events took place. A large number were of flower displays, nothing else, just flowers. It was this that finally made me realise what had hit me -apart from that musty smell was an huge sense of loss. Its a strange sensation to be surrounded by so much stuff and feel pretty empty.
every piece epitomises a life that was and is now lost to our bargin hunting, 'this will look great with my ikea dresser', world.

But then sometimes (and you'll have to trust me on this) it becomes a magical place. This magic will draw an unsuspecting person past the old hats and suitcases, around the lp collections and breadbins, until they spot an item that fits like a jigsaw piece into their own lives. When this occurs, there are no fireworks or flashing lights (its a very low key type of magic), pennies are simply exchanged, along with a smile from the shopkeeper if you're very lucky (mustiness and chillyness has an adverse affect on some), because of this magic, a new set of memories start to forge between the person and the purchase that will keep it cherished for another century.

a suitcase £5, will take its owner on their honeymoon and will be used after as the protector of her wedding dress and garter.
a book entitled 'one man, one rod' will be cherished by a grandson who was given it on the summers evening he caught his first fish.
and even slides of flowers will be discovered by a lady, used for her weekly arranging club that she attends with her friends and kept as their inspiration.

xXx









Monday 1 February 2010

i have a confession.

im addicted to old stuff.specially old music.
my itunes decided to randomly play lots of old music today and it was ace.
xXx