Friday 19 February 2010

close encounters of the dinu kind









what a crazy old project this has been. dinu li comes in as a guest lecturer to run the "global & local" project. i'm a huge fan of his photography work so i was pretty darn excited. although, i did nearly offend him on the first day. it probably wasn't the wisest of moves. he told a story of a project he did and i drew a picture of it in my book. shelley peered over my shoulder, screaming

"AAAAAHAHAHAH LOOK AT THIS PICTURE SHE'S DRAWN OF YOOOOU!!!!"


in the middle of the tutorial. shit. but as luck would have it, he loved it then proceeded to look through the whole of my little book, not really giving a shit about my ideas for the project. i got on with it and came up with the two images above.

my idea was to look at the home as a safe haven. a place you feel that you can escape the rest of the world but infact it's quite the opposite. consumerism invades. even the things that make up the interior of your home are a product of globalization, so i was just trying to communicate a sense of the alien, maybe even that we become zombies. i dunno. it was just a funny idea. i had planned to shoot an image of my dad on a laptop, but he got drunk and fell asleep.



i think dinu really liked the work. he compared the top image of my mum to this early photograph by philip lorca dicorcia and even said my version was more sophisticated than what he had done. wow.






Tuesday 16 February 2010

foxtrot uniform charlie kilo



well well well, i've managed to do it again. do you know how hard it is keeping on top of all these soul destroying, networking organisation manifestations? i doubt that even makes grammatical sense.


i've been a busy miss lizzy. what will follow is some little succint chapters of my photographic life to bring you upto speed. maybe even a few little doodles from the infamous books of twee. who knows!? fuck it, let's go all out on this shiz.

happy nosing/stalking.

- twee -


Monday 15 February 2010

grot britain - ilu 4evzzzzz



i love britain, so much so that when i was supposed to be lapping up european culture or jetting off to the states on holiday, i decided to spend my holiday time here instead. it has nothing to do with the fact that i'm constantly skint. not one bit.



great yarmouth