Kate, cameras, action.

Found the raw cocoa nibs in the back of the cupboard. They found themselves sprinkled on my porridge, and my, what a grand porridge it has been. Blueberries too, as a treat. I am still hungry. How can this be?
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-----------------------------------------> I feel like I could eat the whole world at the moment. PMT perhaps. Who knows. Who cares.

 

  

 

The movement is imminent!
Singed, sealed and almost delivered. I even have a date!
Only a handful of weeks left on this very *very* quiet street, it's gang of cats, and 4x4's.  It has all become real, in a matter of moments. What might have been a might, is now a strong hand around the shoulder,
and a lot of packing.

Ah. 'Wind through the trees' by Ed Harcourt just started playing. Years and years ago I used to listen to this song on repeat. On the bus, from Harcourt Hill to our creative campus. Throw paint at the walls and the most indecent crush of all time. I used to think this would be a good song to be played at my funeral (morbid+egocentric!). Maybe I still will. It's pretty beautiful.

Spring feels it's way onto my skin. Now I know I just want 'last Christmas' played. Perhaps slightly inappropriate but hey. I would also love it if everyone came in pastel shades.

I have a secret wish.
It belongs to this camera...

 

The Hasselblad 500.

An all film camera that uses 120 film (negative 2 1/4 inches square)

What a dream. I am saving up.

One of my favourite photographers uses this. She pretty much totally blows my MIND.

I found out about her through her series 'Why am I marrying him?', photographs of her husband to be, Chris.

Completely wonderful. Something about the actual photographs, but also the sentiment...the whole thing.

http://katehutchinson.blogspot.com/

Kates photographs of food and the 'ordinary' also completely rock my boat. I end up salivating over eggs sunny side up and chests of drawers with all their innards exposed.  Her red kitchen counter top features often...I just realised I really lose the ability for voice/words when it comes to Kate Hutchinson. She really floors me.

"The old red kitchen counter and its proximity to the window are a constant source of inspiration." K.H

 

Still two of my favourite photographs.

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So, one day...my own special piece of camera and my own dark room.  Thanks Kate.


Today is studio clearing out day. I might get a little sad, tiptree, a few fruits to take into my future with me.

But first to the counter...sell sell SELL!  +  (with SUN! it has come out to comb my hair...OUR hair) =

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