Category: photography

You’re so vain

This post is about me.

Okay, ALL posts are about me, in some way. It’s my blog, after all.

But this is a different sort of vain self-indulgence.

Yesterday, my friend Chandra and I went to get our hair done. As part of the package they also did our makeup and took some “glamour shots,” of sorts.

Chandra and Me!

We weren’t too sure about it. We’re both sort of awkward in front of cameras unless it’s what we call a “stuck at the head” shot, where one of us is holding the camera at arm’s length and taking our picture where we look like siamese twins attached at the head.

But I think they turned out quite well.

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I am sitting in a circle. WOO!

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And my beautiful friend Chandra:

Char looking all sophisticamated!

I think this looks like a magazine ad!

Sexy Charmander!

And, of course, after being serious for like an hour, we revert to our natural state:

"Is it bad that looking at you makes me laugh?" "Probably."

Number 94 on my list of 100 things is “Pose nude.” Who knows when that will happen, but at least now I have some beautiful pictures while clothed!

Le Moulin Rouge

Moulin Rouge, par moi

Just a photo for today, pets. I’ve been a busy little digger this week and this weekend I need to be a busy little student. Next week, posts about Italy, carino and sculptures.

Hipster film

Dear Urban Outfitters,

Until I walked into your store this week, I had no idea that film was now cool. Here I was, stuck in the past, thinking that digital cameras were everywhere and paying $16 to get my film developed. Little did I know that I could walk into your store and buy a camera that was new in 60s. But I guess that’s vintage now, right?

I looked down and saw a Blackbird, and I was surprised. Cute, sure, made of plastic with a top view finder. At least it shoots 35mm film, which despite the failing film market can still be processed at your local Loblaws or drug store. For all the old fogies out there who never learned how to use digital or kept trying to throw away their memory cards after one use.

But then I turned around and I saw it. The little package I used to dread in my years of loading film. The 110 film. The film that required loading into a special canister in a darkroom. You have to actually break the plastic into pieces and pry out the film. The film that I always left for last when printing, because it required changing the mask and recalibrating our printer.

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Now you have all these hipsters out there shooting 110 film on plastic toy cameras. But let me ask you one question: How are they going to get this film developed? At the time my dad’s photo store closed, we were the only people in the city who could print 110 film. Now there’s no one. Maybe in a bigger city you’d be lucky to run into someone who actually knows what 110 film is. I bet most of those kids who work at the Loblaws photo counter would have no idea.

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I’m all for going back to our roots - I still love shooting the occasional roll of film. But everyone abandoned the film processors of the world years ago. And because of that, the industry is almost dead. Because people were all too happy to shoot a million digital pictures and never print a single one. Because now the average suburban family has as many dSLRs as children.

So you’re too late, Urban Outfitters. Even your loyal hipster following can’t revive film.

I still love your dresses though,

Hez

Good People

My sister’s new play, Good People, performed at the Ottawa Fringe Festival. Photos and poster by me!

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Pittsburgh, PA

Today I went walking around Pittsburgh to take some pictures, while Fae was at work. Pittsburgh is a gorgeous city, and doubly interesting because it has a long past as the USA’s first steel town. But it baffles me a little, because it seems to always be uphill. In both directions.

It’s so warm out today, like summer. I have to say that my little knit dress was not the bet wardrobe choice, as much as I love it.

The view from Grandview…

I was amazed that there were flowers blooming in Pittsburgh! It’s still all dead in Ottawa.

There are a lot of benches on Grandview, so you can sit and enjoy the view.

Me! It’s hard to take a picture of myself with the Olympus.

I was inclined to take the incline down the mountain.

So I jumped the fence (not easy in a dress) and found this clearing with a bunch of abandoned pieces of… well, I think this is part of the incline mechanism, maybe? And there were pieces of statues…

These stairs are terrifying. I hate the stairs where you can see through the back.

Fort Pitt Bridge, says Fae’s roommate Dan.


For anyone who has read The Perks of Being a Wallflower: The Fort Pitt Tunnel, where they felt infinite.





Et c’est tout!

See Lascaux du Monde for some graffiti pics.