Sometimes I don’t want to write, I just want to photo, to photograph.
I want to photo for photos sake. I want to photo for images. I want to take and make images for image sake. For art. For more than just a mere swipe or a second standstill.
Sometimes I don’t want to follow the little rules and regulations I have set for my own self in regards to what I do and how I do it. I just want to do it, I just want it done.
But it is these little rules that I have made, that I do occasionally break, that I feel help to create some kind of continuity of my content. I don’t know if anyone else sees it that way, but I know I do.
It’s not always about straight out face-value content; it is at times about what the content is, how it is presented, why it is presented, and all the hidden meanings and messages that can be found when one decides to delve deeper.
I’m an interviewer of the world, of my world, of the mass – curious to the core and wanting to know more. Because of this it is at times hard to pin point what to write or where to even start.
I wasn’t going to write anything for this. For once I was just going to post a post – a title, a location, a hashtag recognition / reference point, and a simple sentence. Instead, the words and the writing still managed to flow from the fingers into form.
It’s not always about the writing, nor is it always about the image…
If you are reading this then I am guessing you are (as this post was originally written on the Instagram platform), but if you are not you should be.
Instagram is more than just a social media platform full of fun, friends, fabulous and filtered photography, it is a community of creatives who come together and share their passions with the world.
Instagram can be whatever you want it to be, and for whatever you want – from sugar daddies to Irish paddies and the world, it sure is a sweet spot to share many a moments with the masses.
Through Instagram I have met, and continue to meet, such a wonderful bunch of crazy ass people who I more than happily call my friends.
If it wasn’t for Instagram we never would have met, and having been a few years now that seems like one seriously crazy thought.
We have shared so much laughter, love and loony conversations I can no longer count them.
I never would have found myself sitting at a table tonight sharing the strangest of times with a large lashing of laughter. From crashing a wedding shoot to running mad around the city, institute crawling to coffee shots at 10pm, then déjà vuing from the weekend’s project as it was time to head home, much later than planned.
This night wouldn’t have made sense to anyone else but the special people whom I got to share it with, and I think that’s what I love about it.
The most random, open and fun situations are out there ready and waiting to happen if you let them.
** Open yourself to opportunities, and you open yourself to the world. Say I do to ideas, and make incredible happen.
I look forward to many more non-sensical experiences in the future. Thanks for all the smiles guys!! 🙂
Yesterday, March 19, was a day set aside for documenting humanity all around the world.
With 2,702 photographers registered across 658 cities and 107 countries, my hourly contributions from Melbourne built up to form a collection of captures from midnight to midnight down under.
There was a group of us – old friends, new friends, familiar faces and new – who all met up and wandered together; sometimes as one, sometimes as a few, other times as a few more, occasionally alone.
We wandered the streets of Melbourne watching the city change from night to day to night, busy to slow, wet to dry, quiet to loud, hot to cold, happy to sad, awake to asleep.
Throughout the day you realise how humanity is not only about individuals, about groups, group dynamics, society as a whole and the environment amongst which it is found. Not only about the present, but also the past and how it plays to form the future.
Not only about the people, but also about their place – physically and mentally – in this wonderful world. It makes you appreciate what you have, and what you can achieve both as an individual, and as a collective whole.
This was my third year participating, and although I implemented a lot of what I had learnt previously, I did not manage all. I meant to sleep prior to the midnight starting point but it did not happen… I had to battle tiredness, attitude, emotions, weather, power, purpose, sore feet, and some. Unexpectedly and overwhelmingly ending up in tears from fears around 6.30pm I almost cut the day short, but no, I was committed and I would see it through no matter what. I cannot let this shit detrimentally effect and affect my life when it does, I must work through it; and I did.
This was taken at the end, at one minute past twelve on March 20, as I sat on my midnight train circling the city before heading South-East. I was home just after 1 and asleep by 1.20, having been awake for 42 hours!!
This project is tough, but worth it.
I slept. It took me a while to get to sleep last night, but when I did it was through until 9am, my longest since Saturday!
Little bro got back around the same time I got up so we chilled for a bit, watched some disgusting mega food show where I couldn’t work out if I felt hungry, or should vomit, then I headed into the city.
Going in on the train I put the headphones in and tunes up. I don’t normally go about with them in, but today I felt like it.
Walking all around the place I took my normal lane and arcade routes, then wiggled through some alternate areas and a couple of lanes towards the West where I don’t remember being before. I walked, talked, people watched, helped numerous lost tourists with directions, replaced my scratched non-scratchable lens filter, and also hunted down my favourite coffee and food in the city.
Whilst moving about I got pangs of inspiration about a few things, so hurriedly scribbled down notes so not to forget.
I continued to walk around and treat Melbourne a bit like I was a tourist, surprising myself on a few occasions by looking at things from new vantage points.
I went into The Little Library at Melbourne Central, finding a book to read, then realised how tired I was. I continued on, stopping to sit at a bench on the walkway to Emporium. I may have had a horizontal rest and accidentally fell asleep for almost an hour. The jetlag keeps hitting me hard late in the afternoon, I didn’t even know that I had.
Waking up I needed to be on my way, destined for a photography exhibition opening. I’ve never felt quite like I did when I woke though. Headachy, slightly delirious, and rather out of it, my vision kept blurring too. I stopped for some water which helped a touch, but I must have looked strange to others passing by.
The exhibition is at Magnet Galleries (@magnetorgau) on Bourke St near Southern Cross. It’s about Women At Work, taken by 15 or so women photographers, and held on International Women’s Day. Go check the place out, so much photography greatness going on there! 🙂
Afterwards I looped back to Flinders via Southbank before a train and 3km walk home. Now, sleep.
Magic is a concept of beautiful illusion designed to intrigue, entertain and enthuse an audience.
Last night I met up with a great selection of mates for a picnic in the gardens by the river to enjoy the day as it came to an end, the sun casting it’s last light over the city skyline.
It’s a delight to be able to sit back, relax, laugh and enjoy with people whom I have not see for four months or more, yet for everything to also feel so natural, so normal.
It was a beautiful evening in a superb city with a solid selection of the sweetest souls, all whom are curious about life and all its little lovelies.
A few weeks ago I wasn’t sure how I would go flying home, or being in a city again too, but all was good and it was nice to know I had such a night to look forward to upon my return.
Happy to say that as I revelled in the magic of the moment, it did at times felt a bit like a dream. Surreal is the fact that I am back down under once more, I had to keep reminding myself it was indeed real – I was there, my friends were there, and I wasn’t about to wake up.
Life is beautiful, life is magical, and it can feel like a most desirable dream if you allow it to. The illusive and illusory quality of such a thing comes from the idea of how much time we get to spend with these precious moments, along with our desire to understand and interpret what’s going on. Our time may be limited, but I would rather that then none at all.
Thanks to all who made it along, those who couldn’t, and to all whom didn’t as well – thank you for the special times shared not only last night, but in the many moments prior to now that have combined to be the collection of memories I get to call my life.
** Intrigued and entertained always, life sure is lovely!