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Please don't puke.
Happy Anti-Valentines Day everyone! I want you all to have a piece of my heart!!!!
Nobody was hurt in the making of this photo. Except for that poor lamb's heart that ended up in the butchers freezer, where I ended up trading for, for a sum of money.
What is up with flickr and the colours? The colours are so messed up!
As inspired by this Anti-V-day card.
Caught through the window of a Shanghai store. I liked how the flowers made the image look and the expression on her face. A stolen smile!
Women like Ida are rebuilding the economy in Motshane, Swaziland, where almost half of the adult population is hiv-positive. Her greatest dream for this year is to get four rolls of barbed wire so that she can keep the neigbour's goats out of her garden.
It was much easier gluing these stars on, but a nightmare picking them off, due to the sharp edges of the stars.. ouch.
C'mon, everyone does an eye picture at least once in the 365days project, no?
I've been using nasal sprays lately. It works :) hurray!
And thus, I can breath!
I like breathing. And I prefer to do so out of my nose rather than just through my mouth.
I also like smelling things.
If you peel a tangerine in the room next door, I will be able to sniff it out.
If there's a teeny bit of a gas leak, I'd be the first to know.
Or even if your toast was burning, my nose could tell you before anything bad happened.
I like my nose a lot.
Don't diss the nose.
This is a fairly old image (one of the first ever taken with the 300D in fact) which I have posted before, but I thought I would give it the B&W treatment this time :)
I have a friend who is a cotton wool kid. She has the most paranoid parents ever.
The father gets freaked out, because God-forbid someone should break into their house. He has security alarms, double locks on the front door, locks on the kitchen door (should someone smash their kitchen window and break in that way?!) Forced the mother to clear out the garage just so he could park his precious car [not that the insurance is as much as the house itself] while he goes on holiday. Oh. And because of the father's paranoia, their family have never ever been on a family holiday because typically someone in the family has to "house sit" or, man the house in fear that someone should find the house empty and simply break in and steal all the contents.
The father, before leaving the house unattended for say a few hours of a day, checks the windows are ALL closed and locked. Checks the back door. The gas has been switched off. No computers running. Checks every single minute detail, because God-forbid someone should break in in the next 2-4 hours what with the house being empty!
Oh and the mother! God-forbid the children should have their ear's pierced in fear of ruining their pretty ears, or getting some nasty injection. No no.
And God-forbid her children not calling her when they aren't home after a certain time of say mid-night.
And God-forbid her children should learn to ride a bike from a young age, in fear of getting knocked down on the road or something.
And God-forbid her children forgetting to call just to tell her they've reached the holiday destination safe and sound.
And God-forbid her children should leave home, especially at night, just in case someone should attack and harm her children. Wouldn't want that happening, so no walking in the dark alone! Girls, fair enough, but not even her son! Oh no no!
And do be careful when going on board a flight. Don't talk to strangers. Call home. Check all luggage. Check this and that.
And God-forbid her children should stay out until the break of dawn, in fear of getting pregnant. Or getting up to no good that would let down the face of the family.
And finally, God-forbid her daughter should post up a semi-nude picture online for everyone on the internet to see. The world would see it all! Oh no!
Parents that over-protect, jump to conclusion, never ever listen... I wonder why God created such beings...
I wonder, how do you gently tell your family you don't want them to be part of your internet life, on blogs, photo blogs and all things virtual in general whilst they are part of their real life? The only form of escapism from annoying family members, is to come here online, yet you still find, family members on here??? Family affects us all in reality. But how far is too far when they start affecting you virtually too? It'd be alright if it they kept virtual with virtual and real life with real life. But sadly my mother has discovered a quick and easy way to find out what I've been up to on my flickr. Oh the power of google search and the keyword "Ansy"....
All Chinese children wear a red scarf to commemorate the revolution and China.
"The red of the scarf comes from the blood sacrificed by martyrs of the Revolution, and that all members should therefore wear the scarf with reverence".
I find his downcast eyes quite symbolic.
So during the final set towards the end of the night, one of the DJs who resembled an Indie Santa Claus went to the barriers and pulled up two girls... who interchanged dancing on the large and empty stage with bouncing behind the tables.
The brunette with high waisted shorts and athletic agility was a ... stand out? So much so the blonde (the legs in the background) decided to shy away and let the more 'talented' ... entertainer take over.
Still have no idea whether or not this girl was a student.
But a few things i do know:
1. Legs almost as good as Lady L
2. A booty that's worthy of a Reef girl (the surfers and the Brasilians know what I mean)
3. ... She's done this before
... she did this with proficiency enough to make me wonder if she was part of the supposed statistic that 10% of the university going female population have at one point or another ... participated... in the Adult industry... probably not and she was just an athlete of some sort... yes... regardless.. hiding her face for her privacy
It was my birthday and I just pretended the organisers and staff had arranged a surprise for me (hence the finger pointed at me, the photographer)... haha... i kid... i was barely able to keep from blushing whilst taking shots of her... this was the only one that turned out... cause i think i took it with my eyes closed hahahaha. Seriously.
With lights flying past him, this man doesn't seem to care: traffic lights, pedestrians, other cars, traffic rules, pavements, road, alley ways... he might be late for karaoke...
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Shibuya Station Tokyo Japan
There are so many stages in the process of producing a photograph. And of these stages it is very hard to identify the key stage. Opinions will differ. A lot, I imagine.
I have been thinking this over quite a bit recently. Coming to the conclusion that one of the advantages I may have in photography is that I have a good memory. A good memory for composition.
These two shots are examples of what I mean by a good memory. There is nothing at all original in this composition. I have seen shots composed like this so many times. A provocative female posing on a billboard in a public place and a member of the public unwittingly interacting with it. I enjoy shots like this. Simply put, they are fun snaps.
Well, you can imagine my glee when I discovered this huge billboard with the lady only clad in her bra. And my glee was overbrimming when I saw that a uniformed Japan Rail worker was stationed in front of her, and he in front of all the commuters.
I stood back. I recollected the shots of such scenes I had seen. What was needed for this shot? I needed to get the rail-worker lost in thought staring up at the big-breasted beauty opposite him. That, or a commuter.
I also needed to do it discreetly. And I also needed to get on the train. I shot off a few, but at no stage did I get the worker looking up at the woman. I said to myself; don't worry you still have a few days to get this.
Yes, I had a few days, but each time I came to the station in Shibuya to take the train, the rail worker was diligent. The rail worker was not to be distracted from his duties. The rail worker kept his eyes on the task in hand and not on the bra-busting beauty opposite him.
Commuters also. Their heads did not raise. The eyes were not magnetised towards the beautiful woman. They stood in line. Heads bowed. Waiting.
So, I failed.
I failed in getting a shot to match those in my memory vault. Disappointing.
Or more disappointing to realise that nothing new can be done. Nothing new. We can just rehash the old.
Thoughts?