I specialise at taking bad photos. Scratch it. I specialise at taking the worst photos ever. Since the internet is full of how-to articles on taking better photos, I thought I’d contribute with my valuable experience of how to take worse photos. And since I recently blogged an anti-recipe, let’s continue with an anti-manual. Taking photos that suck something
I used the word shit in the post title. I wonder if there will be repercussions. Will I get reported as a threat to society? I’m terrified so say anything these days because I never know what I’m allowed to say to keep it politically correct, gender neutral, family friendly and whatnot. But when thinking of pretty
Part of WordPress’s photography course Developing Your Eye II. The photo prompt for today is asking for a picture of nature. The extra task is to focus on strong leading lines. Nature photos are boring, so I took a snap of a bit of nature in the civilisation: my new heather plants. I tried to do
No subject is too low to deserve a photo. Every moment is a potential occasion for photography. That’s at least what I’m telling myself because I have no life and hence nothing to take pictures of. To prove to myself that anything goes, I did a photo shoot in Tesco.
Two days ago I felt like cutting my wrists but didn’t act on the impulse because unshaved, with no make-up and chipped nail polish, I’d make an ugly corpse. Therefore, the next day I proceeded to paint my nails, and today I removed my fur and also had a haircut. I’m back to being a
Do you have a yoga pants radius around your home too? Or a sweatpants or underpants radius, or whatever it is that you wear at home? A yoga pants radius is defined as an area encircling your home where you judge it to be alright to walk around in yoga pants as opposed to normal pants.
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. ― Hunter S. Thompson The first thing after I wake up is to look at my phone, with anxiety,
I’ve always known I’m crazy. What’s new is that now I’m certified crazy. If you’re concerned that the condition might be contagious, I advise that you keep clear of this place. I was wondering the whole summer how long one can last a fourteen-or-so-hour workday every day before ending up in the mental asylum, and