It’s been a while since my last impulsive, late night post. So long I had trouble remembering the login password. I’m in now, so before the spontaneity of it all completely diminishes, here it is.
The shot is inspired by this guy, Andrew B. Myers , whose work I really do like. Haven’t yet put my finger on why, but I suppose, like all the stuff I’m drawn too, melancholy is the dominant theme.
As a side note, I have recently updated my website. It showcases my professional portfolio as well as some selected personal projects. Check it out.
Here’s the first bit of progress on my Independent project. The process involves spray painting familiar, organic objects a glossy black before shooting them in studio. This series represents a collection of product shots showing off BLaCKs new range of designer vegetables. The work intendeds to explore the relationship between commercial advertising and individuality.
The concept was inspired from watching the 2002 Documentary “The Century of the Self”. A fantastic insight into the history of marketing and its relationship to social control. Well recommended to watch it. Here’s a good quote from the third episode (43:00) that relates:
“The answers were then analysed by computers. It revealed that there were underlying patterns about the way people felt about themselves which fitted amongst those categories, and at the top of the hierarchy were a large and growing group which cut across all social classes. The SRI team called them the inner directives. These were people who thought they were not defined by their place in society but by the choices they made themselves. But what SRI discovered was that these people could be defined by the different patterns of behaviour through which they chose to express themselves. Self expression was not infinite, it fell into identifiable types and the SRI team developed a new term for it, Lifestyles. They had managed to categorize the new individualism…It was the beginning of lifestyle marketing”
I have a year to complete it so and will be posting all progress to this blog.
The scene from my balcony this evening. Apparently a lunar eclipses is visible over an entire hemisphere. Those two light streaks are from a passing plane.
Here’s a fun myth about the Luna eclipse I hastily googled to bulk up the post.
“Among the collected myths is a story about a jaguar that attacked and ate the moon. The big cat’s assault explained the rusty or blood-red color that the moon often turned during a total lunar eclipse…
The Inca feared that after it attacked the moon, the jaguar would crash to Earth to eat people, Dearborn says. To prevent that, they would try to drive the predator away by shaking spears at the moon and making a lot of noise, including beating their dogs to make them howl and bark.” (http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2014/04/140413-total-lunar-eclipse-myths-space-culture-science/)
In the words of Dixon Bainbridge, “I don’t like to end on a sad note, here’s a song”:
One photo from a series I’m creating for a creative ad. assignment.
Models: Mum and Dad
While in Tanzania I was reading a book recommended by my father called “Dark Star Safari”. It’s one of the many highly acclaimed books written by travel writer Paul Theroux. I do like the guy, he writes with a healthy dose of cynicism. He also shows no fear in the face of this “P.C. gone mad” world of ours, writing with the intent of helping the continent he once called home, as opposed to regurgitating the same old, tired-yet-safe phrases to which it, and it’s people, are so often attached.
With a broad yet vibrant brush he paints a picture of Africa that has forever stuck in my mind. “Africans, less esteemed than ever, seemed to me the most lied-to people on earth – manipulated by their governments, burned by foreign experts, befooled by charities, and cheated at every turn. To be an African leader was to be a thief, but evangelists stole people’s innocence and self-serving aid agencies gave them false hope, which seemed worse. In reply, Africans dragged their feet or tried to emigrate, they begged, they pleaded, they demanded money and gifts with a rude, weird sense of entitlement.”
Looking back to what it was like for him in Africa as a young school teacher, somewhere in Africa, I think maybe Zambia, again he paints a picture: “…living near a settlement of mud huts amongst dusty trees and parched fields: children shrieking at play; and women bent double – most with infants slung on their backs – hoeing the corn and beans; and the men sitting in the shade stupefying themselves on chibuku, the local beer, or kachasu, the local gin.”
“That was taken for the natural order in Africa: frolicking children, labouring women, idle men.” It is this phrase which I have tried to mould my Tanzanian street photos to.
Of course, much like the nature of a street survey, it’s easy to collect data to suit a theory, rather than finding a theory to suit the data. All one has to do is highlight the evidence that supports it while ignore any evidence to the contrary. The following are some images that do not support his observation.
Funnily enough, I still couldn’t manage to find a shot of an idle woman. Perhaps there is some truth in Theroux’s words.
These last images have no real place here but ima post them anyway.