Goodness me, the celebrity encounters keep coming! Today: Nigella Lawson and Thom Yorke. The latter, seated near me and my grandfather at a cafe in Oxford, this afternoon.

More later.

In May, I planted a number of seeds in a couple of pots -- wildflowers and lettuce. None have done very well, and in fact only one pot managed to support some life. This morning, I tossed the contents of the non-thriving pot into the garbage. Though the soil was barren, with not a single green sprig to its name, I wonder if perhaps the seeds will ( Read more... )

As seen the other day at Sunrise Records ( Read more... )

"Oh God. Valentine's Day. Why? Why? Why is entire world geared to make people not involved in romance feel stupid when everyone knows romance does not work anyway. Look at royal family. Look at Mum and Dad. Valentine's Day purely commercial, cynical enterprise, anyway. Matter of supreme indifference to me."

-from Bridget Jones' Diary, Helen

Indie rock boys with cats has to be the cutest flickr group ever. For sure.

Found a note on a bulletin board at my mum's house, written by my father, sometime in my early childhood. It reads as follows: "Anna says: 'Grade three is harmful to young artist's minds'" (I think I was concerned about the emphasis on math in that year ( Read more... )

Adding to the legions of 'omg it's so weird to be back home' posts on my friendslist...It's a green Christmas, and the sun's setting pink in the sky. The empty lot across the street remains, unsold and grown over. Our neighbours made an effort to paint their toolshed, which is more than I can say for my dad's abandoned paint jobs about the house ( Read more... )

The rest of the set from yesterday's outing. Part one is here.


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After far too long without, I pulled myself out of my photographic rut and bought some 120 slide film today. Ran it through the Holga, and had it cross processed, and voila!


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I'm wrestling with the notions of concept and conception. The thing I dislike about art school is the insistence on inventing meaning behind a work. Why can't a work exist on its own merit? Why can't the viewer be allowed to come to their own conclusions on a piece of art, instead of having the artist's intent shoved down their throat? It's ( Read more... )