I invested some money in to the Reveries, Musings, and What-nots project that I like to call The Art Box, or, if you are reading this here Le Art Box since my title was already taken.
I bought a used take-around lens (Canon 28-105 USM) which has been absolutely brilliant. I also decided to join the NON-LEGACY users of Adobe and purchased CC, which has also been brilliant. I sprung for the Alien Skin plug-ins for PS, since I am a somewhat fully functioning digital photographer (apart from the occasional roll and ALWAYS with the Polaroid) but I still love the look of some good old fashioned FILM! I must say, the Alien Skin rendition of Fuji Velvia has had me drooling a little bit.
Which brings me to the newest piece of the fun. I have been kicking around the idea of a Diana lens for years and years now, ever since the first time I saw a lomo photo (more drool). I ended up purchasing one from Photojojo and I immediately took her out for a spin in the yard. WHAT A BRILLIANT PURCHASE! I am in love with plastic, my friends! So a lot of what you see in this post will be shot through that lens, some not. I’m sure you will be able to tell.
That’s a Diana! So is the photo up top! OUT OF PLACE was also run through the Alien Skin software to give it a rough-and-tumble kind of look. I have to say, for the lomo-lover in me, that was just about the best combination of purchases I have ever made.
Nothing like a little lens dirt to make a plastic lover happy, amirite?
So, that’s what I came up with through my Diana. RUSTED (above) was not edited for color at all, I boosted the sharpness just a little to bring out some of the texture. So, if you are asking me if you should invest in a Diana lens, yes. Yes, you should.
I have a Styrofoam head that I painted a while back with an idea in mind, but the idea never quite panned out. So, yes, I have a small (but growing) collection of heads in my basement. Don’t judge. Her name is “The Bitch” because I stuck the top of my painting easel in the hole in the bottom of her neck to store her (the Mo just LOVES to bat her around and claw her) so every time I walked past the doorway to the Art Box I thought there was a person standing in there, and it would freak me out, therefore she is the Bitch, and she is scary.
Overhearing people talk when they don’t think you are listening is one of the best past-times. I have gained quite a few tidbits of knowledge from overhearing things I don’t think I was supposed to hear. “Look for me when you get there, I will be the one wearing my face.” was probably one of the best things I have ever overheard someone say, and I can’t even explain to you the level of excitement I got from that. I mean, fuck your blue sweaters, screw your pillbox hats, I don’t care your hair color, when I am getting ready to meet someone I have never met before (or for that matter, people I HAVE met before) I am gonna tell them that I will be the one wearing my face. It’s genius. It keeps those that aren’t weird enough to appreciate you away from you, and those who are interesting enough to be intrigued, intrigued. It’s the perfect sentence.
I don’t think I have to tell you how stoked I am that I have been inspired to shoot more, but I am beginning to reach a point where shooting things around my house is getting boring. Very boring.
One of the very big downfalls of being a vampire on third shift is that you don’t get to see much daylight. One of the really big downfalls about the city in which I live is that it isn’t usually recommended to be a little skinny blonde girl running around in the middle of the night with thousands of dollars worth of camera equipment hanging off your back. I will change this, sooner rather than later, I will end up out in the streets at night, I just have to muster the courage to get mugged and live to tell the tale. In the meantime, I will just have to be content to stare endlessly at the 1970s lamp in my living room and be completely fascinated by it.
Because it is. It’s fascinating.
Then there are always the self-inflicted photo projects like the one I decided to work on next. “Hands”
See what I did there? Because I’m a printer by trade? It’s funny. Trust me.
Because who wouldn’t want a series of photos depicting hands? Hell, I’m just pleased mine weren’t ink-stained, scabbed, and bruised long enough to get a good shot of ol’ righty. The inspiration for the series comes from my Dad, who is a heavy truck mechanic and will probably never be able to get rid of the black stains on his hands. Working hands. Every wrinkle, every scar, every vein.
Yeah, I have a thing for hands.
Until next time, fiends of The Art Box…
Yes, I meant fiends.
HASTA LA VISTA!
or, hasta la pasta. because pasta.