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Archive for April 2011

Through the Light

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Just before Christmas, brutally cold in Manhattan, wind whipping like a lash, dashing from shop to shop, warmth to warmth. Mostly laughing but also freezing. And wishing.

Then we stepped in Henri Bendel where we were given cider and macadamia chocolate cookies and stopped and stared in awe. And while my frugal nature would never ever allow me to purchase a handbag that cost a week’s salary, never mind a month or two – it was utterly indulgent being there, picking them up, turning them over and admiring the exquisite workmanship. Mmmm… I’m so glad I snapped this photo…

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30/04/2011 at 2:29 am

Heaven or Hell

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I took this photo at the end of September. I was out on a shoot taking photos of Auckland for a conference. Gorgeous day, full of energy, the sword of Damocles dangling over my head re whether or not I would have a job come 1st of November and the restructure of my workplace. I had a pretty good idea which way it was going to go as I had not received any job offers, despite having applied for a dozen jobs. Still, as long as nothing was declared… there seemed a sense of – not hope – but possibility. And to be honest, I was not sure I wanted to work there anymore. Something about not being actively WANTED is dispiriting.

I’d just sat down to shoot some construction workers when my mobile rang – the big boss’s assistant asking me to come into her office that afternoon. Ugh. Just Ugh. Of course I agreed.

I decided to make my way back uptown and go find a friend beforehand – I needed a little love and support.

Hotel California started playing in my brain as I climbed these stairs. They seemed to go on and on and where was I going? Heaven or Hell? Somewhere in between? Six months down the road – I’ve bought a business, but I’m still settling into my life. I haven’t stopped climbing, it just doesn’t feel so hard.

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28/04/2011 at 9:34 pm

Afternoon at Grandma’s

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I admit it – I did not take this photo. That is me, sitting in my Grandma’s living room when I was 13. I remember feeling quite grownup that day as my younger brother and sisters were outside playing, but I was in the house with the grownups discussing grownup things.

I found it in a folder full of old photos and odds and ends my sister gave me after my mother died. The photo was badly faded and scratched and I thought I would see what I could do to bring it back to life. Technically I’m satisfied with the results. But… I think part of the charm and mystery of old photos is how they look old, the details fading into time along with our memories.

Something a bit odd happened when I restored the colour – that top came flooding back, it was a fairly loose, light woolen weave with that wallpaper-floral print. It had a light satiny slip underneath. Someone gave it to me used and it retained the vague odour of mothballs. I loved it – wore it until it was deeply out of style and then saved it for another ten years or so.

Sadly, it looked just awful – but when you’re 13, at least for me, it was about so much more than how it looked. Right around that time I bought the first issue of Rolling Stone Magazine. And purloined my mother’s copy of The Sensuous Woman and spent a deliciously wicked afternoon in bed reading the entire thing cover to cover (and I have not been able to eat soft-serve ice cream since without thinking of the instructions contained there.) I didn’t tell Grandma about this new twist in my reading material. She still gave me those Reader’s Digest Condensed Books to read, which I dutifully did for another couple of years – until I twigged they were editing out the good bits and if it was worth reading I should stick with what the writer intended.

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28/04/2011 at 12:51 am

A Sticky Situation

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26/04/2011 at 11:06 pm

The Answer

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It’s true – a baby seal is always satisfyingly adorable and charming and 99.9% of the time will bring a smile to your face.

In this case, the question was – what photo will I put up? I needed something punchy, eye-catching, whimsical. I hope the baby seal does the job. What do you think?

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25/04/2011 at 10:35 pm

The Spider’s Cache

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25/04/2011 at 12:21 am

Reflecting

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24/04/2011 at 12:20 am

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