Me me me

17/4/21

I fell into a bit of a picture taking funk last year, but was then inspired by an episode of Elizabeth Gilbert’s old podcast ‘Magic Lessons with Elizabeth Gilbert’ (ep.208 if you want to know), where she spoke to a woman who didn’t feel able to call herself a poet. I can 100% relate as I’ve never felt comfortable with saying that I’m a photographer, because you know, real photographers have their work published, and therefor I don’t qualify (I’m not so hung up about that now, as I don’t really care about it as a label anymore; if someone asks I say I’m a photographer, and then the conversation just moves on). Anyway, Gilbert suggested a couple of ideas to the poet (see - I call her that!), one of which was that she should embark on a secret year-long project, which she wasn’t to show anyone until it was finished. The whole point was to create, without any input from anyone else, for your own pleasure, and away from any validation that social media gives you. I immediately knew what my secret project should be. A year’s worth of self portraits, using the self-timer on the camera, and only having three goes to get it ‘right’. I’ve said this so many times, but as I’m always behind the camera there are hardly any photos of me, so it really was a no-brainer. In the end I missed two days, as I had completely forgotten to take a pic on those days, but you know, whatever. I’m going to make a book of it, for myself, so there’s also a physical record of me between 16/4/21 and 16/4/22, and I’m naming it ‘Me me me’.

The picture above is from day 2, on what looks like a nice sunny day, in the garden, with me reading the paper. There’s a LOT of pictures of me reading, which feels good to see.

22/4/21
I didn’t use a tripod, apart from one pic I think, so I had to make use of the floor, shelves, tables - basically any flat surface I could find. I love this picture. That light was just a frickin’ gift!

30/4/21

Me and O reading our books next to each other before his bedtime. Most of the pictures are from home and my everyday life. I very rarely remembered to take a self portrait when I was out and about. A good creative challenge if there ever was one.

2/5/21

A lot of the time I’d forget to take a picture until I was about to go to bed (and a few times I’d remember with a jolt, as I was about to fall asleep).

5/5/21

This makes me laugh. My New Year’s resolution last year was to be able to do three pull ups. I totally failed. A few months before the end of the year my elbow joints gave out, so I couldn’t do any weights for a while, let alone pull ups exercises. Needless to say, I gave up, and this year I realised that New Year’s resolutions are silly, and that I naturally do lots of new things in a year anyway. I also now know that I’ll never be able to do a pull up, and I’m fine with that.

27/5/21

I think this was my only tripod shot. And here I am, getting a blog post together.

10/6/21

I have no shame. Yep. that’s me on the loo.

14/6/21

It’s funny to see how my clothes change as the seasons do too. Buddy is in a lot of the shots. I’m sure he’s looking at me here thinking “She’s so… weird.

25/7/21

Well, I am. A bit.

2/8/21

But you love me Buddy, and newsflash, we’re all weird. Even you, my furry friend.

7/8/21

And yeah, even away, in our friends’ house, I had to get my weird on. Sometimes I’d do a last millisecond pose, just to change things up.

10/8/21

This ones also makes me laugh. I’ll call it ‘Life at the edge of the sun’.

27/8/21

In the house in the Cotswolds. I like the tones in this one.

14/9/21

So strange to see this room when it was white. I have no idea why we left it so long before we changed the colour in there. It looks so boring and cold compared to how it is now. And yes, Buddy is allowed on the table, because who’s to say he wouldn’t be up there when we’re not in anyway? I draw the line if he’s just been to the loo, but going by my logic, he probably goes up there when he has, when we’re not in - ha!

21/9/21

Me and the moon. Howling at it? Turning into a werewolf? Joking aside, it was a stunning full moon.

I’ll post more of these soon. Hey - that rhymes! Noice.

Out the other end

Last week’s view.

Hey. How goes it? It’s finally better here; our household all went down with Covid a couple of weeks ago, with Oomoo catching it in school and testing positive on his birthday - which seemed a bit mean. He’d actually asked to have the vaccine for his 12th birthday, but we’ll take natural immunity (of sorts) as a consolation. It’s a bit ironic, as I recently had secretly been craving a lockdown (I know, it makes no sense, but I think I was just tired and wanted a break, also, with everything seemingly being even more unknown at the moment, I should be careful what I wish for), and getting ill gave me that slow time that I wanted, needed. Both me and Mr Famapa were due our boosters, but the virus got us before we had the chance to get them. All I kept thinking was how lucky we were that we had had the vaccine to start with, and how, if I felt as badly as I did, what the hell would it have been like without it? So what did I do for 10 days? I set up camp in the spare room, placing my desktop computer in there and watching hours and hours of archive programmes on BBC iPlayer, pretty much only watching old architecture documentaries from the 60’s/70’s/80’s, and other random bits of old TV. I loved every minute of it; to see and hear real people talk about their lives, and see life on the streets as it actually was (and most shows I watched were from London as well) , made me realise that our visual history is usually passed on in time through dramas or interviews with famous people. Here are some of the programmes I watched, if you’re interested and in the UK:

A House in Bayswater

Ours to Keep

Architecture at the Crossroads - 8. Houses Fit For People

Building Sights - Byker Wall

Building Sights - Trellick Tower

Building Sights - Alexander Fleming House

Three Swings on a Pendulum

Man Alive - Hyde Park

Special Enquiry - A Girl Comes to London

Eye to Eye - Now We Are Married

We also watched Peter Jackson’s Get Back epic Beatles documentary, which was actually magical. Jackson has spent the past four years sifting through 57+ hours of footage that Michael Lindsay-Hogg shot for the 1970 film Let It Be, restoring it and polishing everything up, so it looks like it was shot just weeks ago, and re-telling the story of what led to The Beatles’ last live performance on top of the EMI’s roof on Savile Row. You get to be a fly on the wall as John, Paul, George and Ringo jam and find their way to finished songs like Get Back, Let It Be, I Me Mine and Don’t Let Me Down. The footage of Paul messing about and finally coming up with the intro to Get Back was truly jaw dropping. It felt like I stopped breathing when I watched it happen; it really came out of nowhere! And to see how they create, what are now some of the most famous songs ever written, and how relaxed they are as they figure them out, is just mind blowing. It is incredibly slow at times, but I loved the mundanity of some of it. AND! They’re in their late 20’s here (in fact George is only 25, and Billy Preston who joins the band on keyboards, 23), which is also just crazy. Weirdly, after the almost eight hours were up, we were sad that it was over. I’ve been playing their music non-stop for the past few days, and will keep doing so for a long long time. The two weeks that Covid gave me time wise have been immensely culturally rewarding, and for that I’m truly grateful. Silver linings yo, silver linings.

P.S. If you can’t watch the documentary itself this article sums it up perfectly (about a 10 min read).