Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Travel. Show all posts
The run up to releasing a video triggers a curiously similar feeling as the anticipation I felt as a kid going to bed the night before Christmas morning. Giddiness. An inability to sleep. My mind swirling with the possibilities of what would unfold the next morning. A rough expectation of the outcome, and yet no less excitement due to lack of surprise. It's a moment that's crystallised and passes so quickly. What is it? Unbridled joy? Slightly bridled joy? A buzz of low level euphoria?
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the reality of moving abroad in your twenties | VIDEO COMPANION
10 January 2022
The run up to releasing a video triggers a curiously similar feeling as the anticipation I felt as a kid going to bed the night before Christmas morning. Giddiness. An inability to sleep. My mind swirling with the possibilities of what would unfold the next morning. A rough expectation of the outcome, and yet no less excitement due to lack of surprise. It's a moment that's crystallised and passes so quickly. What is it? Unbridled joy? Slightly bridled joy? A buzz of low level euphoria?
You may recall a similarly titled post that cropped up here back in April. Yes? Yes! These are part two, the 'Light' series, of my Cornwall photos (aka, the prints from the Boots disposable that didn't turn out as dark and grainy). Ross and I stayed in the guesthouse of one the cottages pictured above. See the one on the right with the trio of windows jutting out from the roof? Dat us. Literally on the edge of England. See those rocks? Yeah, they drop directly down to ocean.
You may recall a similarly titled post that cropped up here back in April. Yes? Yes! These are part two, the 'Light' series, of my Cornwall photos (aka, the prints from the Boots disposable that didn't turn out as dark and grainy). Ross and I stayed in the guesthouse of one the cottages pictured above. See the one on the right with the trio of windows jutting out from the roof? Dat us. Literally on the edge of England. See those rocks? Yeah, they drop directly down to ocean.
For my trip with Ross to Cornwall last autumn, I bought two shitty disposable cameras from Boots for us to take along.
That way we could have a Ross-cam and an M-cam to look back on when we returned home to London.
The above depicts alternating swigs from a local brew of Cornish cider. This stuff was strong. After an ill-fated attempt to stroll (trek) through the middle of nowhere to get to the nearest town (completely my fault for overestimating my actual enjoyment of three-hour-long walks), we happened upon a tiny farm selling some bits and bobs to passersby. The jug of cider was cheaper than the bottled water. So logic says buy it to sip while you wait for a taxi to carry you back to your cottage.
For my trip with Ross to Cornwall last autumn, I bought two shitty disposable cameras from Boots for us to take along.
That way we could have a Ross-cam and an M-cam to look back on when we returned home to London.
The above depicts alternating swigs from a local brew of Cornish cider. This stuff was strong. After an ill-fated attempt to stroll (trek) through the middle of nowhere to get to the nearest town (completely my fault for overestimating my actual enjoyment of three-hour-long walks), we happened upon a tiny farm selling some bits and bobs to passersby. The jug of cider was cheaper than the bottled water. So logic says buy it to sip while you wait for a taxi to carry you back to your cottage.
These are the second round of Stourhead photos I took on my T3i. Just remembered I brought and took shots with a cheap little disposable camera from Boots – I still need to get that developed. For the Pride and Prejudice junkies out there, we got bridge, gazebo thing, and statue.
These are the second round of Stourhead photos I took on my T3i. Just remembered I brought and took shots with a cheap little disposable camera from Boots – I still need to get that developed. For the Pride and Prejudice junkies out there, we got bridge, gazebo thing, and statue.
Back at the beginning of December, my flatmate Sanne and I did a little getaway weekend. We ventured out to the middle of nowhere. Not an exaggeration. We got into our B&B very late the first night and we were so far from civilisation that pizza refused to deliver to us. Not to mention no cell service. Try not to die out here.
Stourhead House The National Trust, High Street, Stourton, Warminster, Wiltshire BA12 6QD, UK
Stourhead.
20 December 2013
Back at the beginning of December, my flatmate Sanne and I did a little getaway weekend. We ventured out to the middle of nowhere. Not an exaggeration. We got into our B&B very late the first night and we were so far from civilisation that pizza refused to deliver to us. Not to mention no cell service. Try not to die out here.
Hasty foursquare checkin before we lose internet.
Hottest chap on campus.
Let's get back to business with some summer shots. This past June I visited some friends in Los Angeles (classic marionhoney photo backlog). My roommate from freshman year of uni and I went on a little adventure to The Getty. It was mostly us and some touring groups of elderly people. A lot of the architecture reminded me of Joe Wright's Pride and Prejudice so I had to get in a cheeky OotD. Like most everything in LA, you can only get here by car, but on a clear day you can see out to the Pacific and it's stunning.
The Getty, 1200 Getty Center Drive, Los Angeles, CA 90049, USA
The Getty in June Gloom.
22 November 2013
Hasty foursquare checkin before we lose internet.
Hottest chap on campus.
Let's get back to business with some summer shots. This past June I visited some friends in Los Angeles (classic marionhoney photo backlog). My roommate from freshman year of uni and I went on a little adventure to The Getty. It was mostly us and some touring groups of elderly people. A lot of the architecture reminded me of Joe Wright's Pride and Prejudice so I had to get in a cheeky OotD. Like most everything in LA, you can only get here by car, but on a clear day you can see out to the Pacific and it's stunning.
I'm back again to explain one of my own videos. Lord.
No, no, self. Don't say "Lord." I actually am writing this just as much for myself as I am for people who want to know about what the hell they just watched.
I'd been trying to make something out of them for a very long time. Tried lots of different music. But I never wanted to keep working on it. Which probably meant it wasn't right.
Then I got this idea of making a video in which the soundtrack is just messages I haven't deleted off the answering machine on my cell phone. Before I knew it, I was combining the two.
A lot of those messages I received while I was in London. American phone was turned off so they all went straight to voicemail and I couldn't listen to them until I was back in the States. Surprisingly a lot of casting calls. Once upon a time, I submitted a headshot, and, well, people want you when you are not there. It was probably for the best because I'm fairly certain my hair color and cut has shifted about forty times since whatever picture I put in.
No, no, self. Don't say "Lord." I actually am writing this just as much for myself as I am for people who want to know about what the hell they just watched.
The images:
These have been sitting around for ages. I have so much stuff sitting around that I'm not sure what I want to do with all of it. I don't want to make the same music video over and over again with different images and a different song. These in particular are from June-ish? Summer 2011 I did summer school in Los Angeles and had a week break in between the sessions. Kayley graciously paid for half of my plane ticket to Seattle to come visit her. Stay her house (her house is the bomb). See her town (her town is the bomb – they got coffee, books, and water. GOOD JOB!). Anyway, I don't need to get into the whole trip. I would if I didn't just stop myself right now. Okay yes, so. Images from when I visited Kayley over the summer.I'd been trying to make something out of them for a very long time. Tried lots of different music. But I never wanted to keep working on it. Which probably meant it wasn't right.
Then I got this idea of making a video in which the soundtrack is just messages I haven't deleted off the answering machine on my cell phone. Before I knew it, I was combining the two.
The audio:
is a mix the audio attached to the original images and messages on my phone from 2011. I couldn't use all of them unfortunately. But I really liked how in the editing process I found these unrelated images connecting to this one-sided dialogue. They probably – actually perhaps almost certainly – have connections that can only be picked out by me, but hey, that's the way I've always made my videos. A place for me to embed my own little secrets.A lot of those messages I received while I was in London. American phone was turned off so they all went straight to voicemail and I couldn't listen to them until I was back in the States. Surprisingly a lot of casting calls. Once upon a time, I submitted a headshot, and, well, people want you when you are not there. It was probably for the best because I'm fairly certain my hair color and cut has shifted about forty times since whatever picture I put in.
I'm back again to explain one of my own videos. Lord.
No, no, self. Don't say "Lord." I actually am writing this just as much for myself as I am for people who want to know about what the hell they just watched.
I'd been trying to make something out of them for a very long time. Tried lots of different music. But I never wanted to keep working on it. Which probably meant it wasn't right.
Then I got this idea of making a video in which the soundtrack is just messages I haven't deleted off the answering machine on my cell phone. Before I knew it, I was combining the two.
A lot of those messages I received while I was in London. American phone was turned off so they all went straight to voicemail and I couldn't listen to them until I was back in the States. Surprisingly a lot of casting calls. Once upon a time, I submitted a headshot, and, well, people want you when you are not there. It was probably for the best because I'm fairly certain my hair color and cut has shifted about forty times since whatever picture I put in.
No, no, self. Don't say "Lord." I actually am writing this just as much for myself as I am for people who want to know about what the hell they just watched.
The images:
These have been sitting around for ages. I have so much stuff sitting around that I'm not sure what I want to do with all of it. I don't want to make the same music video over and over again with different images and a different song. These in particular are from June-ish? Summer 2011 I did summer school in Los Angeles and had a week break in between the sessions. Kayley graciously paid for half of my plane ticket to Seattle to come visit her. Stay her house (her house is the bomb). See her town (her town is the bomb – they got coffee, books, and water. GOOD JOB!). Anyway, I don't need to get into the whole trip. I would if I didn't just stop myself right now. Okay yes, so. Images from when I visited Kayley over the summer.I'd been trying to make something out of them for a very long time. Tried lots of different music. But I never wanted to keep working on it. Which probably meant it wasn't right.
Then I got this idea of making a video in which the soundtrack is just messages I haven't deleted off the answering machine on my cell phone. Before I knew it, I was combining the two.
The audio:
is a mix the audio attached to the original images and messages on my phone from 2011. I couldn't use all of them unfortunately. But I really liked how in the editing process I found these unrelated images connecting to this one-sided dialogue. They probably – actually perhaps almost certainly – have connections that can only be picked out by me, but hey, that's the way I've always made my videos. A place for me to embed my own little secrets.A lot of those messages I received while I was in London. American phone was turned off so they all went straight to voicemail and I couldn't listen to them until I was back in the States. Surprisingly a lot of casting calls. Once upon a time, I submitted a headshot, and, well, people want you when you are not there. It was probably for the best because I'm fairly certain my hair color and cut has shifted about forty times since whatever picture I put in.
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