It’s my birthday in ten days. I’m turning into a little whore, so you if you want to buy me presents at all, you could always check out my Amazon wishlist. Ahem.

The past few weeks back here have passed so quickly that I’ve only just realised that not only have I spent a great deal of the money that was supposed to last me, but I’ve also done nothing in terms of producing work for my new project at university. I’m completely at a loss here seeing as the project is titled Image and Text, and in general I’m not not too keen on placing text alongside (or on, for that matter) my photographs. Help!

I’ve been in the company of Mari for the past couple of days who has been reassuring me that the confusion in my head will pass and eventually sort itself out. I’ve been bottling up so much haze in my head again which has built up and needs to be diffused. I could liken these thoughts to a bad odour that needs a little freshening up. Perhaps some spring cleaning is in order? I’ve been taking a great deal of photographs lately, just around town and the places I find myself in. Nights out with the girls, wandering the streets, spontaneous photographs of light and colour. Our walk along The South Downs on Saturday was so incredibly refreshing. The quality of the air was that it felt so pure. We were so high up, looking over snakes for rivers and dots that became sheep with a zoom lens. The sun was on our faces but the cold winds chilled my hands and we watched a dog climb up a steep hill, determination in action. Although I’ve experienced a little of what the city is like in this area, I’m really intrigued as to what lies around the core of this location. I want to explore the different suburbs and places surrounding here.

A small range of prints are now available in the print shop. If there’s a print that you’ve seen but isn’t in the print shop, just ask and anything can be arranged.

(The last image was taken by mari.)

The South Downs

(tell me if you want to buy a print!)

I feel as if I haven’t slept in a long time. Or if I have, it’s been a disturbing form of hyper-sleep - recovering from a night out or power napping in order to keep myself going throughout the forthcoming day. Last night the girls and I saw Arrested Development down at the Concorde. It was refreshing to see hip-hop music with a really positive outlook on things. The support band are what I’d call a bit yoyoyo for my liking, but Speech and the rest of the band gave such a beautiful performance (including his Redemption Song dedication to Bob Marley). I’ve been trying not to think too much lately as it tends to make me not only incredibly sad, but very confused and lost. There’s been a plethora of drinking, absolutely no uni work done, and many great nights with what I can now call friends. Look ma, I’m not a loser any more! Anyway, here’s some images to sum up life.

These are the moments you’ve been waiting for your whole life. The way a girlfriend blows smoke rings across the room. Another girlfriend talks sweetly with a boy with pretty hair, his hat borrowed by your boyfriend. Erykah Badu in the background, the colours so sweet and the atmosphere fogged with smiles of relaxation. Tonight we spent way too much money on alcohol between us. We’re making punch with Bucks Fizz, rum cocktails and enjoying the essence of one another’s company. Something I’ve been looking for in so many ways, for so many years.

Scanning & printing, how I love ye darkroom!

I’m revisiting the past here. These images are approximately a year and a half old. Whilst I was at my family home I found ten rolls of undeveloped film from my childhood. I decided to process five, some of which contained the content below, others a lot more mentally stirring, ranging back from 1996. Back then things were a lot different. Perhaps I’ll post some of those too, but for now, here’s a few of my favourites from the more recent batch.

In some effort to feel vaguely attractive..

You and your feet, you’re moving at a steady pace towards the scent of the sea, leading you out of the centre of the city. You and your feet, you’re aching after last night’s spontaneous decision to attend a very small scale party. It’s not just you and your feet aching, but moreso you and your very existence that throbs at the thought of conjuring up, at some point, tangible thoughts. With The Cranberries assaulting your aural senses your feet crush the pebbles below as you walk slowly, in zombie-like manner towards the sea. The strong smell of salt in the air is a refreshing change to the usual city fumes and you only stop walking until the water touches the tips of your shoes.