A short 15 minute or so walk from my house is a little park with some man-made waterways. It’s well established now and is called home and visited by various birds, mostly wild ducks (or ducks gone wild as the case may be) but there’s the odd water fowl, swan and pelican who stay for brief periods of time. The place is simple but a pretty and fairly easy walk, so I took my camera and bad hip for a hobble and took some photos.
In a fit of abject boredom yesterday afternoon, I popped over to my sister’s place and we went out to the local plaza for a little retail therapy.
Not really, I just needed to buy some cat food and a sun visor for my car, but anyway…
We walked past a florist and she started talking about how she now regularly buys fresh flowers for the house. She recommended I get some.
So I did. I bought some beautiful pink and pale green-almost-all-white roses that reminded me very much of my wedding bouquet (cue sentimentality) and some gorgeous little purple and white carnations. And I spent an hour last night cutting them up and arranging them in a couple of vases (read: large water pitchers since I don’t actually “do” vases), pricking my fingers on just about every bloody thorn on each rose while I was at it.
I discovered two things.
1. I really like fresh flowers.
2. I suck at flower arranging.
I was wandering past this afternoon and realised that all the tight buds had opened up and I had to grab my camera and run off a few shots while they still looked lovely.
… Nothing needs to be said.
The hours approaching, just give it your best
You’ve got to reach your prime.
That’s when you need to put yourself to the test,
And show us a passage of time,
We’re gonna need a montage…. (Montage!)
Oh it takes a montage…. (Montage!)
Ok, so my cat isn’t quite Rocky Balboa but she’s worthy of a MONTAGE(!)
And just because you got this far, here’s a Bindi-derp.
Before I get started on the review, I just wanted to let my faithful readers (all four of you) that I will be updating this bloggery thing here and making it a more functional website. Don’t worry, it’ll still be a blog but it’ll be prettier and hopefully more useful to the both of us.
A few weeks ago I was after a make-up artist to assist me on a shoot that I was doing with my lovely friend Elle. This was to be a boudoir session and I really wanted to pull out all of the stops to make it good for Elle and also yield a good result for my own portfolio.
Because I am pretty much a penniless photographer, I put out put out a call on Facebook page for local models, stylists and photographers for a MUA/hair stylist to assist me on a “trade for time/file” collaboration basis. I had a few takers but Rebecca’s images impressed me the most and I immediately got back to her to arrange her services.
Unfortunately I’ve been involved in a few shoots where the MUA has cancelled at the last minute or simply not even shown up at all. There have also been cases where if they did decide to grace us with their presence, they were late or ran overtime or just had shockingly bad attitudes and delusions of grandeur – and even worse, their work wasn’t as good as the photos in their portfolio had promised. It all equals up to a pretty sour experience. So I will admit to bringing my own makeup kit with me, JUST IN CASE.
I need not have worried at all.
Rebecca is a relative newcomer to the make-up industry and is also building her portfolio but if her current level of service and professionalism continues apace, she will be one of the best in the business and I am sure will be called on for loads of jobs. She turned up on time, listened to what I was after and delivered in spades. Elle really enjoyed having her make-up and hair done and appreciated Rebecca’s chatty but professional personality. With Rebecca doing her thing, I was able to do some planning in the room and gather my ideas for the shoot ahead.
Now, Elle is gorgeous already without makeup but Rebecca’s styling brought out her best and was complimented the style of the shoot perfectly. I couldn’t have been happier and neither could Elle.
You can find Rebecca on her Facebook page – Rebecca Vaughan Make-up Artist and on her own blog, Just Wing It. I’m recommending her to all an sundry now. She’s even doing the bridal makeup for another friend of mine.
Oh, and by the way. Elle is in her late forties.
Yes, you can curl up and die of jealousy now. I have a thousand times already.
As a photographer… ok… a wannabe photographer… I enjoy perusing many different forums and groups on Facebook and around the webs for my chosen niche just to see what people are doing and to give advice or feedback. As I said, I am a wannabe photographer – I know just enough to be dangerous and I like to believe I can give a fair critique of an image based on my knowledge and also what I like to see in photographs.
In doing so, however, I’ve come to recognise certain phrases that keep popping up, particularly when someone posts a very average-looking picture.
“Does it look right to you?”
Translation: “The image is completely naff. Focus is off. Composition is all wrong. Lighting is totally fucked up. Why in hell did you post this rubbish?”
“Did you achieve what you wanted to achieve?”
Translation: “I could do this so much better than you.”
“I’m sure your client loved it.”
Translation: “It’s a questionable, ill-conceived pose – probably suggested by the client and you didn’t know how to suggest any better. Or it was your idea and you have no clue what you’re doing.”
“I like the tonality.”
Translation: “You slapped an Instagram filter on that, didn’t you?”
Translation: “THIS IS SO BLAND I WANT TO STAB MYSELF IN THE EYE WITH A FORK.”
“I think that the most important thing is that you and the client ends up loving them and wanting to buy them.”
Translation: “Now use the money you’ve made and get some photography lessons.”
Translation: Actually, I am still trying to figure this one out.
So how’s my tonality?
My name is Ren and I don’t like pregnant women.
Actually, I don’t not like pregnant women. I know heaps of formerly (and currently) pregnant women whom I love very much.
I don’t like images of pregnant women.
I don’t. So there. So kill me, you earth-mother-fertility-goddess types.
This has been bugging me for weeks now.
Back-story: I want kids but I don’t want to be pregnant. I find the idea of pregnancy abhorrent. Repugnant. And yes, selfishly, I don’t want to ruin my body any more than I already have. I like my boobs being mere funbags and my girly pink bits not being rearranged in the process of pushing something the size of a watermelon out of an opening the size of a lemon.
I also like not accidentally peeing when I sneeze, laugh or do yoga. What? I WATCH THOSE ADS ON TELEVISION. They wouldn’t be advertising for Poise if this wasn’t an Actual Thing.
And no, I do not believe you have to birth a child to bond with it but that’s a whole other rant for another time.
Yes, yes, yes, I know. Exceedingly selfish and twisted. I don’t deserve to be happy, blah, blah, blah. I get it.
My current beef about maternity is the images and photographs people are getting done.
A disturbing new trend has been happening in the world of boudoir and intimate portrait photography. It’s name is Maternity Boudoir and I cannot think of anything that’s more revolting.
I like the pictures of the silly or happy-snap kind where you can proudly show off badly designed maternity clothes and revel in the disbelief and shock of folks who were previously unaware of the capabilities of the human body to expand as much as it does (“OMG, you were FUCKING HUGE!”)… You know, the REAL pictures that show just how fucking exhausted and uncomfortable you were.
Case in point:
I have been told that some women get randy when they’re pregnant and I understand that. It’s hormones. It’s nature’s way of saying you are ripe and raring to go for procreation. It’s great stuff. But I don’t equate pregnant bellies to sexifuntimes.
The “I am a modern-day Freya, worship the feats of my loins while I pose in lingerie!” sorts of pictures are gross.
I’ve made no secret of the fact that I love my home city. Melbourne has always been great. It’s a place where you can be walking down one street that’s lined with the crappiest, cheapest, nastiest souvenier shops and then turn a corner and be walking past the likes of Chanel and Prada. It’s a place where you can be in the middle of China town and then walk down an alley-way to a hidden Irish bar. It’s a place where multi-storey high-rises tower above tiny churches. The people are often freaky or hipster cool. You can be hobnobbing with lawyers and barristers at one end of town, bumping uglies with senators and ministers at the other and singing along with buskers in the middle.
All pictures taken on the way to work on what was my last ever day of working in the city. I miss it.
But only sometimes.
More after the jump!
To be honest my earliest memory is not a a good one, therefore I am not going to write about it because, well… no one needs to see that shit.
So here’s a couple of pretty things that I’ve recently worked on. Enjoy…
Both of these are available as prints in my Redbubble store. Feel free to have a look!
Brought to you as part of the “Blog Every Day in August” challenge.
So when Sonja from The Pintester once again shouted out that she was having ANOTHER movement… (hurr hurr)… I signed up right off the bat. The first one I did – The Pigs In Mud Cake – was loads of fun and I thought I could do the same again with something different.
But! New rules. We had to try a Pintest that The Pintester had already pintested.
So I scrolled through the blog and decided I would do something crafty again since I am not the craftiest and like a challenge and I found the pintest for Button Bobby Pins. Sonja got the idea from a Pinterest pin via A Homemaker’s Journal.
I immediately remembered I had hairpins (aka bobby pins) in my bathroom and I had a container of “vintage” (aka crappy plastic) buttons somewhere in my craft supply which I had been saving for another project which has been taking it’s sweet time coming to fruition.
So… here’s what I did…
(The steampunk hairpin has already been claimed.)