Friday, 12 December 2014

Gridded (Part 2/2)

Film photography is both the starting point and the aspiration for anybody with an even slight interest in aiming a camera. The #selective crew may have done a little impulse spending with our newest acquisition (we vow never to research alternative prices offered for this camera), but at the end of the day, I don't think we really regret anything at all.
Also, building a camera is truly relationship-building.









The next couple of days were spent cradling our new lomography konstruktor and slowly working out its idiosyncrasies and truly coming to understand it as the newest edition to our expensive family of camera gear. We may have wasted half or more of our first roll of Ilford B/W film, but it's a learning process. There's no point in crying over overexposed/underexposed film.















We got excited about some things we spotted on the streets. Photography brands be repping big signs.



Chinatown wanderings meant a compulsory visit to a Shanghainese restaurant. Despite good reviews, we were disappointed. It seems that Sydney remains a better provider of authentic Chinese cuisine. Melbourne has yet to catch up.





All in all, Melbourne was good for us. We needed the break, and we needed each other for a while. I may crave filled up schedules and a busy lifestyle, but I guess I also needed time to slow down and cast away concerns. No deadlines, no worries. Good things will come so long as you work for it. I like to reassure myself with these thoughts.
Love, M.

Thursday, 11 December 2014

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Grid Cities (Part 1/2)



Thinking about it now, I don't really know what the best way to recall a holiday is. Whenever you think back to a holiday - at least this is the case for me - I imagine it as a blur of miscellaneous events, and not necessarily in order. That isn't to say that visiting Melbourne was a forgettable experience, but it's just that memory is kind of fickle. Memory isn't all that accurate. I can't tell you in absolute clarity and accuracy the details of what we did. In fact, when I caught up with some friends earlier today and tried to share with them my experience of Melbourne, I found myself not truly being able to communicate everything.

There's a limit to how much we can share, I guess.











 



During our visit to the NGV, I think I was reminded of my distant artistic interests. But truthfully, as much as I can regret, and long for - there is not enough time for listless musings and pseudo-midlife-crisis-depression. If you have regrets, force yourself into productivity. Either take back what you have lost or postponed, or forge onwards in a different direction. If you have abandoned your dreams for practicality, respect yourself enough to excel at the alternative life. And on goes the ruthless self-discipline.

Perhaps one day I will be my own Jedi master and write the self-help book to end all other self-help books.



 

The artist invited us to choose some words to pin. We chose words that we thought truly encapsulated our positions in life. #poorstudentlife











I figure I'll stop it here, before we go into some more exciting things next post.

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