Distraction
It's so easy to get distracted; was intending to piece some photos together and prepare the files for printing tomorrow and the first thing I fired up on the computer was Facebook.
Then I had a game of Wc3.
Crap, the game is so old - but watching the Olympics just made me feel like doing something, anything, competitive. Happily, the Pitlord + Banshees combo still worked like a charm and felt insanely satisfying to execute. I just can't wait for Starcraft 2 to be released.
Watched Cashback and The Darjeeling Limited, both laid back, non-hollywood-blockbusterish flicks and I enjoyed both tremendously.
Cashback was a sophomore effort by Sean Ellis, an already-successful fashion photographer. And really, it's an ode to photography; the concept of manipulating time, of freezing the moment and recording it down - beautiful backlit shots of hair tossing in golden sunlight and the nude female form in full view.
It made me remember why I love fashion photography, and it's so simple I wonder why I forgot in the first place.
I enjoy taking images of beautiful girls.
There, I said it.
However I don't understand or share the enthusiasm of shooting nudes. For me, it's about transcending reality and creating an image so stark in its depiction of beauty that the girl no longer feels human; rather, she is perfectly divine. A goddess. This has been a recurring theme in many of my artistic renditions since I could remember.
This drawing was done maybe 6, 7 years ago, simply called Goddess. Yep, was going through a difficult phase at the time.
In Cashback there were a few highly stylized slow-motion scenes, which amazingly captured exactly what goes through the mind when taking a photograph. Everything slows downs, and flickers. The moment is anticipated and the mind says, click.
The first time I felt it was of course during that fateful night at the carpark. I could still see it when I close my eyes - the yellow street lamps, the long hair floating in the wind, the familiar gait, the jeans. It all unfolded slowly. Then she turns around, sees me and says, 'We shouldn't see each other anymore.'
Ouch.
Then the world kinda shriveled and didn't make sense for the next few years.
Yes, I wasted a hell lot of time. If I had found photography back then I probably would have stood right back up and kept on walking, with my chin held high and eyeballs looking straight ahead.
But I guess life doesn't work this way.
Then I had a game of Wc3.
Crap, the game is so old - but watching the Olympics just made me feel like doing something, anything, competitive. Happily, the Pitlord + Banshees combo still worked like a charm and felt insanely satisfying to execute. I just can't wait for Starcraft 2 to be released.
Watched Cashback and The Darjeeling Limited, both laid back, non-hollywood-blockbusterish flicks and I enjoyed both tremendously.
Cashback was a sophomore effort by Sean Ellis, an already-successful fashion photographer. And really, it's an ode to photography; the concept of manipulating time, of freezing the moment and recording it down - beautiful backlit shots of hair tossing in golden sunlight and the nude female form in full view.
It made me remember why I love fashion photography, and it's so simple I wonder why I forgot in the first place.
I enjoy taking images of beautiful girls.
There, I said it.
However I don't understand or share the enthusiasm of shooting nudes. For me, it's about transcending reality and creating an image so stark in its depiction of beauty that the girl no longer feels human; rather, she is perfectly divine. A goddess. This has been a recurring theme in many of my artistic renditions since I could remember.
This drawing was done maybe 6, 7 years ago, simply called Goddess. Yep, was going through a difficult phase at the time.
In Cashback there were a few highly stylized slow-motion scenes, which amazingly captured exactly what goes through the mind when taking a photograph. Everything slows downs, and flickers. The moment is anticipated and the mind says, click.
The first time I felt it was of course during that fateful night at the carpark. I could still see it when I close my eyes - the yellow street lamps, the long hair floating in the wind, the familiar gait, the jeans. It all unfolded slowly. Then she turns around, sees me and says, 'We shouldn't see each other anymore.'
Ouch.
Then the world kinda shriveled and didn't make sense for the next few years.
Yes, I wasted a hell lot of time. If I had found photography back then I probably would have stood right back up and kept on walking, with my chin held high and eyeballs looking straight ahead.
But I guess life doesn't work this way.