smile hiding sadness
Taken the same day, this is me in Roman in Birkenhead trying on a blue dress with flowery detail. Usually, whenever I’m in Birkenhead, I try stuff on in Next but they had nothing worth trying on, hence the reason why I darted into Roman. As for the title, well, it may be Christmas Eve but Christmas is a time of forced jollity really – it’s a time of sadness for me. I suppose that all started to set in when I was ten because I can remember saying to myself at the time, “I don’t want 1982 to carry on and I don’t wanna die. All these glitzy, happy-clappy Christmas ads just make me want to retch because, for some, that’s NOT what the festive season is. It’s fine when you’re a kid (and if you’ve got them) but, for some of us, it isn’t really the season to be jolly.
As for the original description, I have no idea because, two years ago on 28 March, the account I had under the name of Barbara Cortina was terminated by Flickr for violating their terms and guidelines, without a word of warning (which they can do by the way). Not only did I lose nearly 2500 photos but also their descriptions, not to mention 11-12 pages of favourites and people who I followed as Barbara Cortina. It'll take ages to build up what I have left because half the photos are gone forever.
As Barbara Cortina, I'm no longer allowed to have a Flickr account, because, apparently, I violated their terms and guidelines but did they tell me HOW I'd done that? No. Many of the photos (including most of those I took while at Haven Lodge) are gone forever because I didn't think to back them up by downloading the relevant folders – it was really crushing. Right at the end of March, the same thing happened again when another account I set up (under Barbara C this time) got terminated as well...also without warning for violating their terms and guidelines (which I never did). As a result, I lost 2447 images but this time THIRTY-ONE pages of favourites. Again, it's really fucking crushing.
smile hiding sadness
Taken the same day, this is me in Roman in Birkenhead trying on a blue dress with flowery detail. Usually, whenever I’m in Birkenhead, I try stuff on in Next but they had nothing worth trying on, hence the reason why I darted into Roman. As for the title, well, it may be Christmas Eve but Christmas is a time of forced jollity really – it’s a time of sadness for me. I suppose that all started to set in when I was ten because I can remember saying to myself at the time, “I don’t want 1982 to carry on and I don’t wanna die. All these glitzy, happy-clappy Christmas ads just make me want to retch because, for some, that’s NOT what the festive season is. It’s fine when you’re a kid (and if you’ve got them) but, for some of us, it isn’t really the season to be jolly.
As for the original description, I have no idea because, two years ago on 28 March, the account I had under the name of Barbara Cortina was terminated by Flickr for violating their terms and guidelines, without a word of warning (which they can do by the way). Not only did I lose nearly 2500 photos but also their descriptions, not to mention 11-12 pages of favourites and people who I followed as Barbara Cortina. It'll take ages to build up what I have left because half the photos are gone forever.
As Barbara Cortina, I'm no longer allowed to have a Flickr account, because, apparently, I violated their terms and guidelines but did they tell me HOW I'd done that? No. Many of the photos (including most of those I took while at Haven Lodge) are gone forever because I didn't think to back them up by downloading the relevant folders – it was really crushing. Right at the end of March, the same thing happened again when another account I set up (under Barbara C this time) got terminated as well...also without warning for violating their terms and guidelines (which I never did). As a result, I lost 2447 images but this time THIRTY-ONE pages of favourites. Again, it's really fucking crushing.