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Discovered this great bathroom at the party on Saturday night. Can you believe it, a blue claw bath.
Borrowed Art Photography Now from the library and aside from some of my already favourites, the pages are filled with talent I haven't come across before. I thought you might like to check some of them out:
Hellen van Meene
Dan Holdsworth, (especially check out his 'the world in itself' series).
Sarah Jones
Gregory Crewdson
He isn't a knitted balloon, but that gives me an idea...
He is waiting to be sewn to his body and appendages. The suspense is killing him, hence the furrowed brow.
Anyone still reading the blog after the hiatus, thank you.
I wanted to ask for some advice if I may.
We are in the market for a digital compact camera. I have two film SLRs, which I will continue to play with, but having borrowed a little digi for a while we have discovered the joy of a camera that can be carried around, not lugged. I had illusions of getting a compact with a range of manual adjust-ability, but they hardly seem to exist? Would anyone recommend a particular compact, with quality shots and adaptability. (For example it would be used to photograph crafty objects so macro is important, slung in our jackets at the snow, for happy snaps, or capturing anything that takes my passing fancy).
Second question is about framing prints in the bathroom. Any neat tricks so the damp won't get to the paper? The house came with a hideous print in there, I am talking geese with bonnets, but it became a good excuse to search for something new.
Hope I haven't been too demanding.
A morning coffee evolved into a great day with hip little a. We got excited about the direction our country-town is heading, (yes finally city-like coffee), but were also grateful for the lovely country-bloke service and help we received on our chair restoration mission. We invented a gluten + dairy free bakehouse that also served as a cute crafty store, picked out the venue for our imaginary business, trawled the gallery, admired the aesthetics of the toilet block, considered buying some male mannequins, ripped the padded seats off her chairs and had a great time at the recycled building-supplies place finding timber to replace them. After the generous man at the hardware store cut them to size on his ban-saw, for free, we attached them, and baked soggy cookies. Pics: admiring the toilet block, hypothetical business venue, and the elk mousie brooch a gave me.
