Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Stop! Holga time


Finally! I ordered a Holga plastic camera a couple weeks ago and it finally turned up today, along with three rolls of film. It was a lovely surprise and I can hardly wait to start taking photos with it. They will have to be mostly outdoor, daytime pics though - the flash is sold seperately! Because the film has to be wound on manually, you can play around with multiple exposures just by continually clicking the shutter. Loading the film today was a little nerve-wracking, and made me realise just how many years it's been since I've used film.

In high school there was an introductory photography subject that we all clamoured to do - we got a precious few rolls of black and white film to shoot, then had to develop them ourselves in the darkroom. It was really exciting, and a bit risky; to get the finished film developed you'd have to fumble blindly around with rolls and cannisters inside a cloth bag to avoid exposing the film to light and ruining it. There were lots of supposedly amazing photos lost and tears shed!

My favourite photo that I took was shot out in St George on a home weekend (boarders would get one long weekend each term to go home). Dad had taken my sister and I with him to a job he was finishing on a property just out of town, and as he clambered up the wall of a dam I caught him against the horizon line of cracked dry earth and cloudless sky. It wasn't quite in focus and the contrast wasn't strong enough, but somehow there's something really dreamy about it; he looks like he could be in the middle of absolutely nowhere.

But back to my beautiful new Holga! It's superlight and almost entirely plastic, so it will be perfect for taking pictures on the bike. The little manual that came with the camera is full of random history - the name may sound European but the Holga was designed and made in China as a means of making cheap cameras available to the Chinese people in the early 80s. Since then a bit of a cult has grown around their lo-fi aesthetic.

No two Holgas are exactly alike; they're rough and cheap and leak light, meaning the photographer can never have full control of how an image turns out. Which is half the fun! There are all these little modifications you can make to the cameras - like taking out the default mask that crops your shots into squares, so you get full edge distortion and weird vignetting.

So all that remains now is to have some bike-riding, photo-taking adventures on the weekend, and then find someone that still develops film! It will be interesting to see if I changes the way I approach taking photos; knowing there's only a finite amount of film rather than the reckless excess I now take for granted with digital cameras. Just hope it's not a return to the over-cautious bad old days of having a twenty-four exposure roll of film stuck in my twelfth-birthday Kodak for entire boarding-school years at a time. Pretty sure somewhere amongst my personal effects there's a still uncompleted disposable camera with a meagre handful of halting shots of too-far-away bands at Splendour and Good Vibes.

Anyway, I think the sheer excitement of the new format will counteract my tight-arsedness for at least the first roll of film, and I will be gagging to see the chemist-developed results no more than a week from now. Don't worry - I'll keep you posted!

Monday, July 12, 2010

The HOGs


Woke with a start at 5am today - mouth dry, Fleetwood Mac still blaring in my ipod headphones. It all came back slowly: the cab ride home, leaving my bike chained outside a Surry Hills bar, more bottles of wine than I care to remember. There was collateral damage. My favourite Blair Waldorf headband, nowhere to be found; my dignity presumably in the same unknown location. Work was a trial; naturally, of all days, today would be the one where construction downstairs rendered our office full of pounding hammers for hours on end.

That was when my sister mentioned the hogs. What on earth do you mean, the hogs, I asked. The Hang Over Guilts, she replied. Sure enough, as I counted down the minutes until lunch and continued refining procrastination like it's an olympic sport, I felt quite awful about my professional performance. Not that I'd change my Sunday - catching up with old friends and new friends, it was a delicious day. But I will be filing "the hogs" for future use.

Sending a special birthday shout-out to a racy rednut...

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Concerned mostly about... FOOD


On a whim, today I signed up to a site called 750 words. The challenge is, obviously, to write 750 words each day. Probably a lofty goal considering I have been slack with even updating this blog every day, and have you tried sitting down to write 750 words lately? It's more than you think!

Once you sign up and log in, the site gives you a blank page and a word count; then tracks your progress day by day. You accrue points for as long as you keep posting daily. But there's another great incentive I didn't foresee to completing your daily 750. And that's stats.

I don't know when it happened, but stats have become like porn to me - between this and Google Analytics I am going to be like a pig in mud. Because once you save your 750 words, you get a page of stats - a bar graph detailing your progress over time, which periods you smashed out 50 words per minute spiking against the minutes you spent distracted on Facebook. Even better than that, though, is the analysis of content. As you'll see above, to the suprise of no one, my stream-of-consciousness rant was mostly about food and booze.

I have no idea how it all works but it's fascinating. Unlike what I actually wrote, which luckily for you I can't seem to find now the site has saved it. Goshdarnit, now you'll never hear about the time a cat called Action Hero tried to assassinate me while I was couch-surfing in London, or my musings on the futility of not smoking in China.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

On the road

There's a long list of amazing writers that will testify otherwise, but personally booze and words don't mix so well for me. As evidenced by the glasses of wine I've consumed tonight, and my subsequent lack of progress through the pages I need to proof before we sign off the magazine tomorrow. Not sure what started this train of thought, but I got to thinking about drinking and reading, which isn't something that's really done here (or perhaps anywhere for healthy people), but which I dabbled in while living in San Francisco.

How could I not?! I was living a stone's throw away from the very streets the Beats haunted. What could be easier than a Saturday afternoon picking a title from City Lights (whose owner Lawrence Ferlinghetti first controversially published Alan Ginsberg's Howl), then settling down at Vesuvio on Columbus and Jack Kerouac Alley, with a succession of $5 gin martinis?

There I devoured The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay (still one of my top five books of all time), and scrawled hilariously tortured travel journal entries. And on one memorable weekend, I got lost in a Steinbeck anthology right through happy hour and ended up befriending some locals for an endless night that spanned dinner in Little Italy, drinks in the Fishbowl, a hazy house party and late night streetcars home. Above all I recall that a couple of the party guests worked at the San Francisco zoo and were this close to taking us out there to chillax with the big cats...

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Find love... give it all away


Clem Snide covers Journey

The AV Club is running a great feature where indie bands cover older songs. This week the amazing Clem Snide (aka Eef Barzelay) covers "Faithfully" by Journey... He's got the kind of voice that can make anything (shopping lists, telephone books, hansard) sound heartbreaking. Combined with lyrics like this, well...



Don't let hurricanes hold you back
Raging rivers or shark attacks
Find love, and give it all away
Find love, and give it all away

Wrestle bears bring them to their knees
Steal the honey from killer bees
Find love, and give it all away
Find love, and give it all away

Don't be scared to connect the dots
And dig for gold in parking lots
Find love, and then give it all away
Find love, then give it all away

Highly recommend you check em both out - AV Undercover and Snide.

Souper duper


Roughly chop two carrots, two onions, some celery stalks and a couple of potatoes, and throw them in a big old pot with four lamb shanks, two crushed garlic cloves, a tin of tomatoes, a little tin of tomato paste and six cups of chicken or beef stock. Bring it to the boil then turn back the heat and let it simmer, covered, for an hour. When the meat is tender, strip it off the bone, toss back into the pot and throw in two roughly chopped zucchini. Simmer with the lid off for another 30-60 minutes and......yummy! (thanks Women's Weekly cookbook)

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Like a fat kid loves...

Mini cupcake. Maxi happiness. (Gazebo's rose sangria may have been a contributing factor, also).