In my university course (film studies), we talk a lot about the idea of the death of cinema, the struggles and changes within the industry--an industry that makes so much money while simultaneously loses a shit ton regularly. Going to the movies isn't a regular pastime for many people anymore. I know one reason myself, and most others, don't often go is because it's expensive. Sanne and I went specifically today because it's cheap ticket Tuesday at Vue cinemas in London. Cinemas in the US and UK are shutting their doors all the time. And it's not surprising because how many times have you walked into your screening to find it almost completely empty.
But going to see The Host tonight reminded me how much I really enjoy going to the movies. Sneaking in snacks in your purse. The weird patterned carpets in the corridors. Bad bad bad trailers. And the screen size – there is something magical about experiencing a movie that way. Maybe it's because I don't get to go often. It's become this treat on a pedestal for me.
What's the last movie you saw in theatres? Do you go often? I am definitely guilty of the it's-way-more-convenient-for-me-to-laze-in-bed-and-watch-something-on-LoveFilm.
In my university course (film studies), we talk a lot about the idea of the death of cinema, the struggles and changes within the industry--an industry that makes so much money while simultaneously loses a shit ton regularly. Going to the movies isn't a regular pastime for many people anymore. I know one reason myself, and most others, don't often go is because it's expensive. Sanne and I went specifically today because it's cheap ticket Tuesday at Vue cinemas in London. Cinemas in the US and UK are shutting their doors all the time. And it's not surprising because how many times have you walked into your screening to find it almost completely empty.
But going to see The Host tonight reminded me how much I really enjoy going to the movies. Sneaking in snacks in your purse. The weird patterned carpets in the corridors. Bad bad bad trailers. And the screen size – there is something magical about experiencing a movie that way. Maybe it's because I don't get to go often. It's become this treat on a pedestal for me.
What's the last movie you saw in theatres? Do you go often? I am definitely guilty of the it's-way-more-convenient-for-me-to-laze-in-bed-and-watch-something-on-LoveFilm.
London skies are spitting white chunks today. Maybe I wasn't too off about Christmas in April. For no particular reason, I stopped going on tumblr for most of the last six months. Having been back recently, I remember how wonderful internet curation can be. But it's also a really good place to get your sadnesses and anxieties a pat on the back. Which makes me think I'm better off without it. We'll see.
I also get really grumpy when photos are uncredited and damn near impossible to trace back to their original source.
5 anonymous questions from the recesses of my tumblr ask.
What was high school like for you?I've been thinking about how high school now seems like a lifetime a way. I even feel removed from university, and I'm still in it. High school was spent with me wishing I was more popular whilst being known as the quiet, smart kid. I kind of felt like the "new kid" all three years. I was shy, and I hated my sweaty palms and blushing betrayal of my nerves. I cared a lot more about what I looked like, and I feel like I worked much harder at my studies. If I had a semester with an assigned lunch slot with no one I knew, I would eat in the library to avoid having to ask an acquaintance if I could sit with them. I wasn't bullied, but I was probably pretty lonely. The internet filled that void, I suppose.
How do you drink your tea?
Milk, one sugar.
You really need to go into professional acting. Do you think you ever will once you finish college or something?
I had a couple of questions of this strain after promoting the short film I acted in for my YouTube friend Jake Sidwell (Cohenism). I have a love/hate relationship with acting. And what I think it comes down to is that I don't love it enough to pursue it full-time. I took two acting classes while at uni in Los Angeles, and went on a couple of auditions for student films. But to be an actor, your full-time job is auditioning. And you have to be tough to endure that kind of lifestyle. I didn't want that to be my life.
London skies are spitting white chunks today. Maybe I wasn't too off about Christmas in April. For no particular reason, I stopped going on tumblr for most of the last six months. Having been back recently, I remember how wonderful internet curation can be. But it's also a really good place to get your sadnesses and anxieties a pat on the back. Which makes me think I'm better off without it. We'll see.
I also get really grumpy when photos are uncredited and damn near impossible to trace back to their original source.
5 anonymous questions from the recesses of my tumblr ask.
What was high school like for you?I've been thinking about how high school now seems like a lifetime a way. I even feel removed from university, and I'm still in it. High school was spent with me wishing I was more popular whilst being known as the quiet, smart kid. I kind of felt like the "new kid" all three years. I was shy, and I hated my sweaty palms and blushing betrayal of my nerves. I cared a lot more about what I looked like, and I feel like I worked much harder at my studies. If I had a semester with an assigned lunch slot with no one I knew, I would eat in the library to avoid having to ask an acquaintance if I could sit with them. I wasn't bullied, but I was probably pretty lonely. The internet filled that void, I suppose.
How do you drink your tea?
Milk, one sugar.
You really need to go into professional acting. Do you think you ever will once you finish college or something?
I had a couple of questions of this strain after promoting the short film I acted in for my YouTube friend Jake Sidwell (Cohenism). I have a love/hate relationship with acting. And what I think it comes down to is that I don't love it enough to pursue it full-time. I took two acting classes while at uni in Los Angeles, and went on a couple of auditions for student films. But to be an actor, your full-time job is auditioning. And you have to be tough to endure that kind of lifestyle. I didn't want that to be my life.
[If you're wanting extra mo0dz, while reading this [moody] post, this is pretty solid: clicktolisten]I can't remember the last time I so desperately wished I had my camera with me.
I went running tonight. Over the summer I worked out every other day. Which was a real accomplishment, took some incredible chutzpah, because I have never done anything like that in my entire life. I haven't regularly exercised since bi-weekly soccer practice during my freshman year of high school.
[If you're wanting extra mo0dz, while reading this [moody] post, this is pretty solid: clicktolisten]I can't remember the last time I so desperately wished I had my camera with me.
I went running tonight. Over the summer I worked out every other day. Which was a real accomplishment, took some incredible chutzpah, because I have never done anything like that in my entire life. I haven't regularly exercised since bi-weekly soccer practice during my freshman year of high school.
John Martin. Plains of Heaven (1851-3).
William Quiller Orchardson. The First Cloud (1887).
Atkinson Grimshaw. Liverpool Quay by Moonlight (1887).
Lucian Freud. Girl with Kitten (1947).
Ian Hamilton Finlay. The World Has Been Empty Since the Romans (1985).
Helen Beatrix Potter. Simpkin at the Tailor's Bedside (1902).
John Martin. Plains of Heaven (1851-3).
William Quiller Orchardson. The First Cloud (1887).
Atkinson Grimshaw. Liverpool Quay by Moonlight (1887).
Lucian Freud. Girl with Kitten (1947).
Ian Hamilton Finlay. The World Has Been Empty Since the Romans (1985).
Helen Beatrix Potter. Simpkin at the Tailor's Bedside (1902).
I'm watching a lot of films lately. Which is probably good since I'm doing a film studies course at university. But yes. So watching a lot of movies and a lot of old movies at that. And cinema is often about love. People in love. Falling out of love. And having watched a lot of noir films at home and then seeing The Best Years of Our Lives today I just find myself thinking a lot about what love means and how people express love and the degrees of love and how all words, all concepts are constantly evolving.
I suppose what keeps rubbing me the wrong way in some of these films is how quickly people jump to say they love each other. Maybe I've just been so over saturated with material I'm just waiting on the profession so it all constantly seems too rushed. But I dunno. Even with the compression of time that happens within film, I still feel like a lot of the time I have a different working definition of what love is from these people. How soon you say it. How soon you say it and actually mean it. Or perhaps today's definition of love is very different from what it was in the 40s and 50s.
I'm watching a lot of films lately. Which is probably good since I'm doing a film studies course at university. But yes. So watching a lot of movies and a lot of old movies at that. And cinema is often about love. People in love. Falling out of love. And having watched a lot of noir films at home and then seeing The Best Years of Our Lives today I just find myself thinking a lot about what love means and how people express love and the degrees of love and how all words, all concepts are constantly evolving.
I suppose what keeps rubbing me the wrong way in some of these films is how quickly people jump to say they love each other. Maybe I've just been so over saturated with material I'm just waiting on the profession so it all constantly seems too rushed. But I dunno. Even with the compression of time that happens within film, I still feel like a lot of the time I have a different working definition of what love is from these people. How soon you say it. How soon you say it and actually mean it. Or perhaps today's definition of love is very different from what it was in the 40s and 50s.
These pictures are from my first week in the new flat (forever a backlog on marionhoney). Essentially, Rosianna hadn't moved all of her stuff in yet from her childhood home so we pretty much had no dishes to speak of. So one afternoon Rosianna and I ventured out together and scoured our local charity shops and I brought home these items. In total, I don't think I paid more than £5 which was astonishing seeing as I feel like even at the cheapest retail shop that's how much one of these items would cost. I am a charity shop convert.
Since I've also had another charity shop day with Kayley. We went to Richmond where they have what felt like a lot more options. There I got a mirror, candle, and silver tray – all of which have been much loved.
These pictures are from my first week in the new flat (forever a backlog on marionhoney). Essentially, Rosianna hadn't moved all of her stuff in yet from her childhood home so we pretty much had no dishes to speak of. So one afternoon Rosianna and I ventured out together and scoured our local charity shops and I brought home these items. In total, I don't think I paid more than £5 which was astonishing seeing as I feel like even at the cheapest retail shop that's how much one of these items would cost. I am a charity shop convert.
Since I've also had another charity shop day with Kayley. We went to Richmond where they have what felt like a lot more options. There I got a mirror, candle, and silver tray – all of which have been much loved.
Back in March, when I was back in Indiana for spring break, my dad let me play around with his old film camera. It's a Yashica FR-1 he bought in the late 70s. This camera took a lot of the pictures in my baby years when my parents had a brownstone in Hoboken. You can definitely tell in the disjointed photo albums when we switched from this to the proverbial disposable cameras of the late 90s.
There was an old roll in the camera, but when I got it developed all the prints were black with only unintelligible hints of images that had long been overexposed? Underexposed? It was a dead roll. We also tried to take it to Roberts, which is pretty much the only camera store in Indianapolis, to get the counter fixed, but they couldn't. So I just sort of have to guess how many pictures I have left.
I still have a lot to learn when it comes to film. I forgot to check the settings a lot before taking pictures which sometimes results in... green? I don't know. But man, it's so exciting and fun to see how they turn out. If this is hipster, then I don't want to be right. I've bought another roll.
Check out the ones I didn't like as much on Flickr.
Back in March, when I was back in Indiana for spring break, my dad let me play around with his old film camera. It's a Yashica FR-1 he bought in the late 70s. This camera took a lot of the pictures in my baby years when my parents had a brownstone in Hoboken. You can definitely tell in the disjointed photo albums when we switched from this to the proverbial disposable cameras of the late 90s.
There was an old roll in the camera, but when I got it developed all the prints were black with only unintelligible hints of images that had long been overexposed? Underexposed? It was a dead roll. We also tried to take it to Roberts, which is pretty much the only camera store in Indianapolis, to get the counter fixed, but they couldn't. So I just sort of have to guess how many pictures I have left.
I still have a lot to learn when it comes to film. I forgot to check the settings a lot before taking pictures which sometimes results in... green? I don't know. But man, it's so exciting and fun to see how they turn out. If this is hipster, then I don't want to be right. I've bought another roll.
Check out the ones I didn't like as much on Flickr.
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