Snow storm.
By the time we got to the hospital entrance you couldn’t see across the road.
Photography can chew ma baws. I am up a fucking tree in a pencil skirt in the torrential rain in pollock park rigging lights.quite a nice phone pic.
Glasgow School of Art Degree Show 2011
Clearing some harddrive space for my final units. Hopefully it’ll be me doing my exhibit here in 2 years, in the mean time I’m wetting myself to finish this joke of a HND.
A shot from one of my larger series.
Finished my development. Tackling my folio essay before bed, 3 final shoots tomorrow and i’m done!
38 hours awake and counting.
Oil pastel, watercolour and acrylic on white mount/card/foam boardy stuff.
Done from a photo of me as development for those final hair shots.
Social Test Shoot: My room isn’t big enough for a 2 light set-up, never mind 3, need to find somewhere with more space. With that in mind:
- Wider backlight needed for Kirsty’s 6 miles of hair (across). Use a barn door.
- Keylight softbox needs to be further from the background and facing Kirsty’s face directly.
- Make sure I have enough room to move about without feeling like it’s Vertical Limit, climbing over furniture, and get all of the model in frame without having to cut off arms.
- F20 250/1 ISO 100 24mm.
It’s a reshoot, lads.
My eyes will follow you around the room and it’s not socially unacceptable this time.
How much Bjork is too much Bjork?
I think i’m just going to lie face down in the middle of the studio singing along to ‘Play Dead’ at the top of my lungs until i’m carried home in a fleece-lined box.
Apparently the photography department has discovered the internet, and got all giddy with excitement at the prospect of saving space in the office by using Tumblr instead of sketchbooks. Great.
