A soul in tension that’s learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can’t keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earthbound misfit, I
– Pink Floyd Learning To Fly
This weekend my good friend Isha came to visit me in Glasgow, this was the first time we’d seen each other after two years so there was a lot to catch up on. Isha arrived this friday on Burn’s night so we celebrated with some haggis and whisky. The next day we wandered around Glasgow University and because the sun was (surprisingly) shining I managed to take a few photos while we roamed around.
Winter was always my favourite season. At first mainly because both my birthday and Christmas are in winter, so I had a lot to look forwards to. Now, while I still look forwards to these things my winters feel more melancholy, which is fine by me as in winter you can always blame your un-cheerful dispositon on the weather. Winter feels with you, doesn’t force you to go out and meet people because it’s freezing cold and snow on the ground so you can just stay home, covered underneath a blanket and read books or catch up on the TV shows everyone talks about. That’s why I don’t like autumn and spring, winter doesn’t pretend that things are better than they are. Oddly enough I like summer, because summer means freedom, at least for now.
These photos were taken on the Christmas morning, I woke up and the garden was filled with snow. After breakfast I ventured outside to take pictures of the stunning icicles and managed to take some self portraits. I stupidly forgot the most important part of my tripod in Glasgow which made it completely useless, so I had to improvise. I propped up my camera on the stairs to my house and after some manoeuvring got a good angle. I would have preferred to get more snow on the pictures but due to these limitations I couldn’t. But I still got acceptable results, which only shows that you don’t need to have all fancy gear to take a good picture it’s just a bit more challenging.
This self portrait session was an absolute nightmare. At first me and my friend planned to explore an abandoned hospital by the banks of Volga, but we got followed by the police. Probably shouldn’t be carrying my tripod but I absolutely didn’t expect that. After a nice walk and dinner, I decided to shoot at a place I discovered earlier but once I got there I realised I forgot the thing that connects your camera with the tripod (I’m sure it has a proper name but can’t be bothered googling it) so I had to go back. Not happy about that.
Also a few people would laugh at me when they saw me, not sure if it was the outfit or the red lipstick and the fact that I was carrying a big tripod and a camera bag. I know that my outfit would be more fitting for a hippie summer festival rather than a walk through busy streets of a provincial Russian city, but still. No wonder that all girls in Russia basically look the same… Nothing against Russians, some were really lovely but I just hate provincial attitudes where everything different is considered strange or laughable (apart from sushi, Russians love their sushi). That’s why I can’t wait to go back to Scotland where no one gives a damn, in the west end of Glasgow where I live you can see the pink-clad Byers road tranny or the Highlander guy who always walks his German Shepard wearing a full kilt and no one even raises an eyebrow…
But back to the shoot, despite the fact that I wasn’t in a great mood, I found a nice secluded place and set up my tripod hoping to spend a fun half an hour taking photos. Oh how wrong I was. I completely forgot about the mosquitos. They were everywhere. Buzzing in my ears when changing the settings on my camera, looking at the pictures or trying to strike a pose. That’s why I look so miserable at all of these – I’m anticipating the next mosquito attack. But I made myself stay until I get at least one good photo, this was my last chance to do a self portrait and wouldn’t want to leave Russia without at least one useable one, in order to justify dragging the tripod all the way there. So in the end I think I’m quite happy with the series. Here’s the rest. Let me know which one is your favourite.
A few weeks ago I had an amazing photo shoot with a girl with a stunning and unusual looking girl in Edinburgh. It was lots of fun and I think I got quite a few good photos out of it.
The first time I met Laura was in the Forest café in Edinburgh. I just flew back from holidays in Slovakia and since it was a nice day me and the boyfriend decided to walk around a little. I go to Edinburgh all the time, however the only place I know well is the airport so it´s nice to explore a little.
We ended up in the forest café for some tea and lunch and I immediately noticed the greenhaired girl behind the counter. After a bit of internal discussion I decided to approach her, So when we were leaving I stopped to talk, gave her my business card (so glad I finally got them) and asked her to contact me if she´d like to be photographed by me. All the while hoping I don´t look like a creepy stalker but more like an artistic soul (I hat a hat on). There is a thin line between these two and most of the time I don´t know exactly on which side of the spectrum I reside.
A few days later she texted me and we booked a date. I was quite busy at the time but managed to squeeze in a little trip and a photoshoot in between my exams and it was worth it.
I always feel very inspired when doing alternative photoshoots, it´s a nice breath of fresh air from portraits and fashion which can get somewhat repetitive. I also find that with alternative looks I have more freedom of expression and inspiration.
And now – the photos:
Okay, cool photos, you might say – but isn´t she supposed to have green hair?
Yes she is. But for some reason Laura´s green hair photographs blue. When she told me that, I said that Im pretty sure that I can make her hair green thinking that the previous photographers just used some wrong white balance settings. But despite my assuredness her hair still showed up blue on the photos. I have no idea why, probably something to do with the way sunlight is reflected but it´s still pretty weird.
see ya next week