This is Emily, she’s been my flatmate for two years and we’ve been attending the same art college for four, this last year I’ll be by myself. There will be no random shopping trips after lectures finish (or sometimes while they’re still going on), there will be no funny nicknames for the new people on the course who’s real names we can’t remember, and there will be no going to the Chinese supermarket and buying lots of Pocky then attempting to eat it without freaking out our lecturer. I’m not sure how I’ll cope without that really.

I’ve been incredibly busy these past few days so you will have to excuse my lack of a blog post. I’m absolutely exhausted right now, to be honest my sleeping pattern really hasn’t gotten any better but either way I am forcing myself to post this.

I have been putting the final touches to the mammoth bedroom de-cluttering which basically involved me pretty much throwing almost everything I own out because I hadn’t seen it in two years under piles of other stuff I owned. Needless to say I didn’t accidentally throw anything important out like I usually do in the whole process.
All of this needed to be done of course because I am moving out, something I’ve been fully prepared for for a while but still sort of rushes up on you at the last minute. It’s my last week in my current residence and I’ve been here for two years the place sort of feels like mine and it will be hard to leave it behind even if it wasn’t worth the rent I’ve been paying.
Everything that managed to avoid the intense de-clutter however has ended up in suitcases (I had no cardboard boxes and figured I’d save a few trees) and holdalls, quite a lot of them I’m still shocked at how much stuff I have and how on earth I managed to fit it all into this tiny tiny space I’ve been calling home for the past two years. It is odd to sit and look at it all and then look around my now pretty empty room, all of your stuff ends up in boxes or cases or storage at some point. It’s like you accumulate things, some things you can throw out but some things you know you have to take wherever you reside from now on, I have too many of the latter it would seem even after filling 25 bin bags.
Have you ever needed to de-clutter your room and been shocked by how much stuff you have? I’m sure we all realize it sometime like it dawns on us that you have things you don’t even remember buying, it’s a weird feeling.

I’m going to London on Sunday with Jon and it will be a much needed break from the usual if I am honest, this summer has been the dullest one ever filled with an incredible lack of money. I’m not sure how I’m going to pay for anything while I’m in London but the break will be fun.
I’m probably going to end up seeing a lot of things I really want but can’t afford, I wanted to go to China town originally and try and find some cute pointless things I don’t need but I think given my current financial situation I should probably stay well away from any store selling cute things, however this train of thought will most likely go out of the window. Oh well.

So, I got a neat email the other day from the makers of the new Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head video, that go asking me to check out it.
I have seriously gone from disliking this bands demo’s expect one song to really really adoring nearly every song on their album and the video for the new single ‘Sophisticated Side Ponytail’ is really cute. It sort of reminds me of the video for ‘Beat Control’ by ‘Tilly and the Wall’ only a bit less tacky, that plus everyone in the band looks rather attractive in it. It’s full of fluorescent colours and 80s looking graphics.
You need to love this band, check it out and let me know what you think!

Istumbled upon this website the other day and ended up spending a good twenty minutes looking at the photos and reading the content upon it.
Usually I’m not overly fond of photography featuring old people and it seems like it is very quickly becoming a cliche subject matter within photography, my dislike isn’t helped by the fact that my old photography lecturer constantly suggested I photograph old people or ‘weird’ old people, ones that knit tea cozies believe it or not.

However all of this aside the images on this site made me stop, and made me want to look at them I ended up looking at them all and I must say some of them are the most beautifully heartbreaking images I have ever seen. They actually brought tears to my eyes. I’m not sure if its partly because of my fear of my own parents growing old but the images and the text really touched me. I think maybe I love these because they’re not just about an old person, they’re not just about showing how interesting the lines on someones face are they’re about someones father and its so easy to forget sometimes that a person is something to someone.
What do you think of this set of images?

Phillip Tolendano photographs quite a lot of different subject matter and is a really great photographer so if the thought of looking at pictures of his father bores you then you should check out his other stuff here

This is Jon, he is the one person I never get tired of photographing. I have rolls and rolls of really old film with him on it, and I will probably end up with a lot more by the end of my lifetime. He understands the me behind the camera more than he understands the camera being pointed at him if that makes any sense at all, he is is just one of those people that completely understands me and knows exactly what I want and he always seems to be looking at me through the camera though all that glass and metal the eyes find me.

Mostly shooting portraits though is annoying sometimes I constantly find yourself at strange hours of the night wanting to take photographs, with obviously no person to shoot. This summer has seen an incredible lack of people for me to photograph, but I’m really trying to get out of that loop and get back on form again. I wouldn’t call it a creative block but it is something like that, my creative juices are still very much flowing I’m just lacking in the materials, in this case the models to put them onto film.
I shot self portraits the other week, which is something I do rarely it is something that interests me greatly but I don’t find myself terribly photogenic and usually can’t bare to look at the negatives. However I was so sick of not shooting anything in so long last week that I just did it, the film has been sitting in the fridge (it’s outdated) since then. I intend to process it when I get some money, but really what I want to be doing is shooting more people I feel like putting out some kind of distress signal for models.

I’ve been spending a lot of time on eBay this week mostly looking at cute Japanese things, I just can’t help myself. I am now watching a multitude of things all of which I don’t need and do not have the money to but this is despite the fact that I already have a box full of Japanese letter sets and memo pads that I barely use through both the lack of people to write too and because of me not wanting to ruin them with my horrid scrawling penmanship.
Also, I don’t know if this is linked at all but I have been having a terrible craving for japanese food, ones that I didn’t even eat while I was in Tokyo. I’m going to try and get Jon to get me some cucumber maki tomorrow but he will probably be too busy but i’m craving some to a ridiculous level right now.
I actually would like to make my own one time, I used to have a bento box that I’d sometimes put fruit and things in - me being a fussy eater and a vegetarian on top of that their isn’t much I can actually put in a bento box and then look forward to eating, but I wouldn’t mind having a go at making my own maki and doing a little bento lunchbox now and again for myself maybe when I start college I might give that a go.