"I held hands with her all the time, for instance. That doesn't sound like much, I realize, but she was terrific to hold hands with. Most girls if you hold hands with them, their goddamn hand dies on you, or else they think they have to keep moving their hand all the time, as if they were afraid they'd bore you or something. Jane was different. We'd get into a goddamn movie or something, and right away we'd start holding hands, and we wouldn't quit till the movie was over. And without changing the position or making a big deal out of it. You never even worried with Jane, whether your hand was sweaty or not.
One other thing I thought of. One time, in this movie, Jane did something that just about knocked me out. The newsreel was on or something, and all of a sudden I felt this hand on the back of my neck, and it was Jane's. It was a funny thing to do. I mean she was quite young and all, and most girls if you see them putting their hand on the back of somebody's neck, they're around twenty five or thirty and usually doing it to their husband or their little kid - I do it to my kid sister Pheobe once in a while, for instance. But if a girls quite young and all and she does it, it's so pretty it just about kills you."
This is just one tiny section I had dogeared in what is still the best book I have ever read in my life, 6 years and about a thousand books on from when I was 15 and I got it for my birthday. I fell head over heels for Holden Caulfield.
This is just one small tribute to the amazing work of JD Salinger, and to my first great love, Holden Caulfield.
Friday 29 January 2010
Sunday 24 January 2010
It's a Birthday Party, Happy Birthday Darling.
I'm a blog monster this week, and I cannot leave it on unlucky thirteen. So here's a little something before the real work starts tomorow.
Today I was truely a domestic godess. I was up at 8am (on a Sunday!) I was showered dressed, in my best florals, and believe me getting dressed at all on a Sunday generally doesn't happen for me.
I was off with my Mum shopping for ingredients and I made far too many little chocolate cakes for the little party we had today. I also made Jelly. I am Nigella Lawson (is that her name?), I'm Delia freakin' Smith today. When I get older I'll have beautiful blonde curly haired children and we'll bake every Sunday and Richard will get fat from eating all our wares. (I hope.)
Anyway, we had a party. My beautiful niece was two years old yesterday! We had a little gathering with my other niece and my two nephews. It was lovely. They all get on so well and we hardly ever all get together so it's so nice to do it once in a while. Our house was just about the loudest place in England for four hours but it was worth it. I never knew the noise of four children, equates to the noise of about a hundred!
We had a very British buffet, triangle sandwiches, crisps, sausage rolls, jelly and ice cream, and of course the creme de le creme... my cakes!
Now I'm led on my bed rubbing my little fat tummy. I've had too much fizzy pop, too much jelly and ice cream, too many sausage rolls and definately too many cakes! I'm off to bed.
I've got a meeting tomorow about my exhibition at Christmas (Now Sleeping in these Peaceful Groves.. see past posts) and I'm about to embark on my last few months of University. So expect to see manymanymany more paintings! I've also got a meeting with a 'careers advisor', thanks to my boyfriend who's making me go. Hopefully he's going to have some damn good advice!
Today I was truely a domestic godess. I was up at 8am (on a Sunday!) I was showered dressed, in my best florals, and believe me getting dressed at all on a Sunday generally doesn't happen for me.
I was off with my Mum shopping for ingredients and I made far too many little chocolate cakes for the little party we had today. I also made Jelly. I am Nigella Lawson (is that her name?), I'm Delia freakin' Smith today. When I get older I'll have beautiful blonde curly haired children and we'll bake every Sunday and Richard will get fat from eating all our wares. (I hope.)
Anyway, we had a party. My beautiful niece was two years old yesterday! We had a little gathering with my other niece and my two nephews. It was lovely. They all get on so well and we hardly ever all get together so it's so nice to do it once in a while. Our house was just about the loudest place in England for four hours but it was worth it. I never knew the noise of four children, equates to the noise of about a hundred!
We had a very British buffet, triangle sandwiches, crisps, sausage rolls, jelly and ice cream, and of course the creme de le creme... my cakes!
Now I'm led on my bed rubbing my little fat tummy. I've had too much fizzy pop, too much jelly and ice cream, too many sausage rolls and definately too many cakes! I'm off to bed.
I've got a meeting tomorow about my exhibition at Christmas (Now Sleeping in these Peaceful Groves.. see past posts) and I'm about to embark on my last few months of University. So expect to see manymanymany more paintings! I've also got a meeting with a 'careers advisor', thanks to my boyfriend who's making me go. Hopefully he's going to have some damn good advice!
Saturday 23 January 2010
And we'll tend the garden all day long
My Grandad had a greenhouse and in Summer we'd go down to the end of the garden and he'd show me all the things that were bursting into life. I remember it was so hot in there, the sun shone so bright on us then, and it always smelt of earth, and of growth. I used to love being allowed into that magical world, where things seemed to sprout into action before your very eyes.
Last year I remember in September time I went to see him, before he was ill, and as I left he got up and he pushed a handful of cherry tomatoes my way 'I grew those specially for you.'
When I grow up, I'm going to have a greenhouse at the end of my garden, I'm going to grow flowers, in every colour you can think of. When they grow tall and strong in the light which will shine on me there, I'll say to the clouds; 'I grew these specially for you.'
These were some polaroid photos I took of my Dad's greenhouse. My project was about traces of people and the impact a person leaves on their environment. My Grandad also had a greenhouse, and he loved to grow things. Sadly he died at Christmas and I miss him very very much.
My Dad started growing all kinds of things a couple of years ago and he loves it. Theres real pride in growing something, tending to it everyday, looking after it and guiding it into life.
When I get older I so badly want to have a Greenhouse and watch my flowers grow, and teach my children all about growing things and looking after things, and cherishing life. After all my Grandad looked after me.
I love it on a Sunday afternoon if I walk down to the bottom of my garden you can bet your life my dad will be sat in his greenhouse watching his plants grow. Sometimes he's even asleep. If I ever get one I know I'll always think of them as I sit and watch the plants bloom into life.
Last year I remember in September time I went to see him, before he was ill, and as I left he got up and he pushed a handful of cherry tomatoes my way 'I grew those specially for you.'
When I grow up, I'm going to have a greenhouse at the end of my garden, I'm going to grow flowers, in every colour you can think of. When they grow tall and strong in the light which will shine on me there, I'll say to the clouds; 'I grew these specially for you.'
These were some polaroid photos I took of my Dad's greenhouse. My project was about traces of people and the impact a person leaves on their environment. My Grandad also had a greenhouse, and he loved to grow things. Sadly he died at Christmas and I miss him very very much.
My Dad started growing all kinds of things a couple of years ago and he loves it. Theres real pride in growing something, tending to it everyday, looking after it and guiding it into life.
When I get older I so badly want to have a Greenhouse and watch my flowers grow, and teach my children all about growing things and looking after things, and cherishing life. After all my Grandad looked after me.
I love it on a Sunday afternoon if I walk down to the bottom of my garden you can bet your life my dad will be sat in his greenhouse watching his plants grow. Sometimes he's even asleep. If I ever get one I know I'll always think of them as I sit and watch the plants bloom into life.
Instant Paris
I'm so lucky to have seen a lot of beautiful places, but Paris will always hold a special place in my heart, because it's the first place me and Richard ever went together. He took my for Valentines day a long time ago back in 2007, it was pure romance for three days and I don't think I've ever been as excited about going anywhere. I remember walking around with him holding hands in the cold and just thinking how amazing it all was.
I've been back there three times and it still strikes me how beautiful it always is, everything about it is just wonderful. Even the cakes are beautiful! I don't think it's ever looked at beautiful (to me) than it did on my little polaroids, they seem to really capture the colours and vibe of the city, and also of how me and Cookie were just bundles of excitement the whole time.
I've been back there three times and it still strikes me how beautiful it always is, everything about it is just wonderful. Even the cakes are beautiful! I don't think it's ever looked at beautiful (to me) than it did on my little polaroids, they seem to really capture the colours and vibe of the city, and also of how me and Cookie were just bundles of excitement the whole time.
In an Instant
Today I'm thinking about Instant photography. I was very sad to see the back of polaroids, so sad infact that before Christmas (even though I have nooooo money) I bought a Fuji Instant camera for a tidy £20 off Amazon.
What I didn't anticipate is that this camera would be the size of a small car, and also louder than a small aircraft! I tested it out in the snow (see past blog 'Let it Snow') and I must say it does take a mean picture. I like the way you can have portrait and landscape photos, and the wide format of the photo's is pretty cool. Also it has the advantage of being quite a bit cheaper than polaroid film ever was, I found a two pack (20 photos) on Amazon for about £13, unfortunatly shipping costs put the price up a bit but still better value than when I used to buy my polaroids.
I love taking a photo on an instant camera, theres nothing more satifsying than watching the colours blossom and spread to the tips of the image in your very hands. I know technology is far more advanced and 'exciting' these days, but to me this is a real treasure of photography.
I'll admit polaroid still probably reigns supreme over Fuji. I heard Urban Outfitters are going in with someone else to start making polaroids again, but this just means we can look forward to paying through the nose for the film. I can't be doing with Urban Outfitters take on old fashioned photography (although I will admit this is where I first came across lomography cameras, but went on to buy a Holga as opposed to their extremly overpriced Dianas etc). They pretty much take the SOUL out of anything and charge you a bazillion pounds for something which in reality is worth half what they're asking. Anyway I'm straying from the subject! Here are some photos I took on the Fuji (just to try it out) and some old polaroids. More to come...
an idea of what you're looking at; The first picture is merely to illustrate how big this camera actually is. This is me, showing you that the camera is literally the size of my head. That thing is heavy honestly. I was hoping to take this camera on a couple of little trips I've got in the pipeline but I think it will take up my entire baggage allowence!
The next photo is my beaut fella. He is gorgeous, and I love taking photographs of him. The third and fourth photo is of my Mums old record collection from when she was young. It has the cutest sticker inside, and I love to think of her choosing a record to listen to, probably with my biggest brother listening along with her safe in her belly! Next we've got a couple of photos of this amazing retro greasy spoon in southport, I love its neon 'OPEN' teapot sign and the Betty Boop mode. Next some wedding confetti I noticed today again in Southport, I really like this photo although it looks a little unclear after scanning it in. Finally that's a photo of me so, Hello!
What I didn't anticipate is that this camera would be the size of a small car, and also louder than a small aircraft! I tested it out in the snow (see past blog 'Let it Snow') and I must say it does take a mean picture. I like the way you can have portrait and landscape photos, and the wide format of the photo's is pretty cool. Also it has the advantage of being quite a bit cheaper than polaroid film ever was, I found a two pack (20 photos) on Amazon for about £13, unfortunatly shipping costs put the price up a bit but still better value than when I used to buy my polaroids.
I love taking a photo on an instant camera, theres nothing more satifsying than watching the colours blossom and spread to the tips of the image in your very hands. I know technology is far more advanced and 'exciting' these days, but to me this is a real treasure of photography.
I'll admit polaroid still probably reigns supreme over Fuji. I heard Urban Outfitters are going in with someone else to start making polaroids again, but this just means we can look forward to paying through the nose for the film. I can't be doing with Urban Outfitters take on old fashioned photography (although I will admit this is where I first came across lomography cameras, but went on to buy a Holga as opposed to their extremly overpriced Dianas etc). They pretty much take the SOUL out of anything and charge you a bazillion pounds for something which in reality is worth half what they're asking. Anyway I'm straying from the subject! Here are some photos I took on the Fuji (just to try it out) and some old polaroids. More to come...
an idea of what you're looking at; The first picture is merely to illustrate how big this camera actually is. This is me, showing you that the camera is literally the size of my head. That thing is heavy honestly. I was hoping to take this camera on a couple of little trips I've got in the pipeline but I think it will take up my entire baggage allowence!
The next photo is my beaut fella. He is gorgeous, and I love taking photographs of him. The third and fourth photo is of my Mums old record collection from when she was young. It has the cutest sticker inside, and I love to think of her choosing a record to listen to, probably with my biggest brother listening along with her safe in her belly! Next we've got a couple of photos of this amazing retro greasy spoon in southport, I love its neon 'OPEN' teapot sign and the Betty Boop mode. Next some wedding confetti I noticed today again in Southport, I really like this photo although it looks a little unclear after scanning it in. Finally that's a photo of me so, Hello!
Friday 22 January 2010
January, Early Song
My beautiful boyfriend took me on an amazing trip over Christmas and New Year. We started off in Hong Kong and whilst over there I learnt that in their culture, birds are considered to be a good luck charm, they believe them to bring good fortune to their lives. We moved on to Thailand and here also everybody seems to have a bird.
At the Yuen Po street bird market on a Friday morning in Hong Kong there are hundreds of birds for sale. All are housed in beautiful hand made bamboo cages.
The louder a bird sings the better, with prices being decided on how well the bird can hold a tune!
The sound walking round was so beautiful, and so loud it was almost deafening, it was as if the birds knew their worth depended on their song.
I've decided I want a little songbird when Richard and I move in together, so he can sing at us all day and I'll always remember walking through the market that day. Also one of the pictures shows me holing a cage containing some birds that I set free to a Buddah in Bangkok. To offer them as a gift to Buddah is supposed to bring you luck and happiness for the rest of your life. Richard laughed at me but when I let them go my heart did soar.
I have been inspired by this aspect of their culture, and I want to bring it in to my project somehow. I'm going to attempt some sketches over the weekend and maybe get them posted.
At the Yuen Po street bird market on a Friday morning in Hong Kong there are hundreds of birds for sale. All are housed in beautiful hand made bamboo cages.
The louder a bird sings the better, with prices being decided on how well the bird can hold a tune!
The sound walking round was so beautiful, and so loud it was almost deafening, it was as if the birds knew their worth depended on their song.
I've decided I want a little songbird when Richard and I move in together, so he can sing at us all day and I'll always remember walking through the market that day. Also one of the pictures shows me holing a cage containing some birds that I set free to a Buddah in Bangkok. To offer them as a gift to Buddah is supposed to bring you luck and happiness for the rest of your life. Richard laughed at me but when I let them go my heart did soar.
I have been inspired by this aspect of their culture, and I want to bring it in to my project somehow. I'm going to attempt some sketches over the weekend and maybe get them posted.
Wednesday 20 January 2010
Let it Snow
I'm about a month late but hey I've been exploring in far off Sunny lands (more on that soon) still here's some photo's I took of the Snow, it's very pretty and my little dog loves it but I hate snow!
Should Old Acquaintance be forgot
I've had a revelation.
I've spent so long thinking about the future, and what might happen, what I might be, where I might be, who'll be there with me, that I've been blind to today.
I spent every day thinking of tomorow, and that's no good.
I've spent so much time trying to plan how I'll get to be 90 years old, when the truth is I probably won't and neither will you, and we probably won't be 90 and tottering off to feed the ducks and then retiring to our arm chairs to sit and hold hands and muse about when we were young. I wish we could, but the thing is I love you, I love you today and I'll love you tomorow and if I get to 90 I'll still love you then, but I don't need to worry about it.
Cause it won't do me no good.
As long as I've got you today I am happy.
I've spent so long thinking about the future, and what might happen, what I might be, where I might be, who'll be there with me, that I've been blind to today.
I spent every day thinking of tomorow, and that's no good.
I've spent so much time trying to plan how I'll get to be 90 years old, when the truth is I probably won't and neither will you, and we probably won't be 90 and tottering off to feed the ducks and then retiring to our arm chairs to sit and hold hands and muse about when we were young. I wish we could, but the thing is I love you, I love you today and I'll love you tomorow and if I get to 90 I'll still love you then, but I don't need to worry about it.
Cause it won't do me no good.
As long as I've got you today I am happy.
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