fashion is posh

oh asos, how i despise that tacky free jute bag with FASHION IS POSH plastered on one side you gave me 2years ago that's stayed in my cupboard. oh auntie patricia, how i haven't used those fabric pens you gave me 5years ago that have stayed in my draw.

hang on a cotton pickin' minute! this gives me an idea: merchandise. who wants a twee & toast bag?

alura!

i finally visited nonna today, but failed to notice the zoom on my camera lens was at a 45 degree angle & therefore wasn't at all happy about focusing. lord knows what happened there, probably alcohol. i was worried nonna might not want me to take photos of her but actually she was quite the opposite. as soon as she saw my camera:

"toh emanuella! teka my picture! yes i sit here? alura!"
"what does alura mean, nonna?"
"there you are!"

so although i took no actual photographs - apart from this extremely blurry portrait, my visit really helped clear some things up. we put the world to rights, she made me some tea, some food & tried to get me drunk on lambrini. conclusion: nonna & i are very alike.

finally

at long last rosie came to rochester for a night of 3drinks/3quid madness. pre-drinking turned into pre-posing as rosie forgot her compact camera, and i sure as hell wasn't about to take my 450d with me. an eventful evening was had. many malibus, archers and bull frog concoptions were had and, for some, even pints of wine (not me, i gave up on the idea of wine quite some time ago). i feel awful today, but had a good time putting myself in this state so shan't complain. it was good to see rosie again.

jumpin' at the go go

le beat bespoke isn't far away now. i'm so excited i might throw up. here's some images from the last crossfire event. i'm not going to pretend they're the best images ever. this time, they will be brilliant.

victoriana

the day jonathan packed us all up in the minibus and took us dungeoness. the strangest place i've ever seen, but i like it. when i'm driving, this wild west town on the british seaside is where i'm heading first. this was the only shot i liked out of everything on the two reels. i sat in the middle of the vast expanse of nothing dressed in a beige trench coat and riding boots and tried to forget the modern world. when i composed this, i wanted to exclude anything in the landscape that suggested human intervention. thus, i did proceed to believe myself of a jane austen character and hoped that some darcy-like figure on his noble steed might inquire as to my reasons for sitting alone. something like that anyway.

finished it off with a sepia looking lith print. lush.

here goes nothing

the past two days i've turned into a hermit. all silly and emotional, agrophobic and insane. i decided to vent the upset into a series of images. i'm surrounded by memories that i can't confront, so i let my camera do it for me.

'il postino'

"italian cinema" my tutors said. i started looking at the work of antonioni. but my search over youtube lead me to this little beaut "il postino". its a really sweet film, set around the time my nonno & nonna left italy. i've watched about half of it but can already tell its going to be one of my favourite films. having said that, i bet the end will now be really shit. i'll keep you posted. either way, its a visual reference.