A lookbook is a collection of photographs compiled to show off a model, a photographer, a style, or a clothing line. It is an especially popular term with “fashion bloggers” and is even the name of a website: (Lookbook.nu). — Wikipedia
So pissed the focus on the face is soft, I think my shutter speed was too slow. Anyway, this is an Armani jacket complimented with a scruffy face. Beards FTW.
Towards the end of last year I visited what now sits as one of my favourite cities in the world. I took my laptop, which barely chugged along the entire holiday as I imported and edited holiday snaps (it took me 30 minutes to export one 640px photo!). So, I never really had a chance to ‘properly’ edit my holiday photos. Also, this point in my life was pretty much perfect, and recently I can’t help but keep casting my mind back to it. I yearn for it. For the experience of being in New York, for the fact that — despite this only being 7 months ago — life seemed a tiny bit simpler. Hence why I’ve returned to it, albeit only in photo form, but isn’t that what is so great about photos?
Meet Sean, being shot in The Social at ISO 6400 while I was a tad drunk. I have a noise reducing plug-in for Aperture, but I honestly think the grain suits some images. Plus, this was shot at ƒ1.4 and the focus isn’t great. If I had removed the noise it would have looked even softer. I don’t think Sean likes this photo of himself, but look at that smile!
A lookbook is a collection of photographs compiled to show off a model, a photographer, a style, or a clothing line. It is an especially popular term with “fashion bloggers” and is even the name of a website: (Lookbook.nu). — Wikipedia
I’d like to do more of these, even though — working from home — it’s not every day I even put clothes on. Sometimes I walk my dog naked. Not really. No, but yeah.
I buy most of my dresses from Cult as I find them to be quite quirky. This one is a bit short, but I’m wearing shorts underneath in case the wind blows in the wrong direction (which it totally did end up doing). …
Is there a particular photo you have in mind? I don’t fiddle too much in post-processing, I’m really conscious of not over-doing it. I once wrote about my basic image editing process in Aperture to give a photo ‘pop’, but for those with different tones I play around with curves, layers and opacity in Photoshop (I’ll go over this in more detail in the future seeing as a couple of people have now requested it).
For a photo like this, I made minor adjustments to contrast, saturation etc in Aperture — really simple. For this photo, I took it into Photoshop and played around with curves and different layers (What is it with me and dogs?).
Yet here he is shopping for a drum stool? Gary’s off on tour today for 8 weeks, and apparently he prefers playing keys while sitting on a drum stool. This was at Drum Central in Glasgow, it made me think about selling my two kits and upgrading to an extra special one. Why do I choose such expensive hobbies?
Hippy Fest; a bunch of people sitting on the dingy floor of a stinking music venue, enjoying the acoustic sounds from their friends and new acts alike. I took my Speedlite to this one knowing how dark the venue would be, but I gave it to my friend who’s camera could only stretch to ISO 1,600. This was more like a 6,400 job.
Admittance was the cost of a hug, the floor was wet where I happened to sit, but I got to see a lot of the people I spent my college years with. Too much time passes before I see these guys, and I’m not entirely sure why.
On my way there, however, I was accosted by a “spiritual” man who claimed he could tell we would make “the best couple”. After I politely refused his offer, he got quite physical with me and claimed that as he was a man, he could get what he wants. Well gentlemen, there’s something you should know about me… I am the boss, ok? And you’re not getting what you want, pal.
Mum, you’ve just turned 55 (as if you needed reminding). We spent your birthday at the same place we celebrated dad’s last birthday. He’s not with us anymore, but we’ve all watched you piece your life back together better than anyone could have predicted. You’re happy, you’re fulfilled, and you’ve uncovered a whole new passion in life that’s ultimately left you more appreciative of everything and everyone around you. It’s great to see, I wish I was more like you.
We may clash as colleagues (oh boy, do we clash), but I hope we can prevent that from interfering with our personal relationship. I know I have trouble saying it, I know I rarely hug or show affection to you, but I really do love you. Happy birthday, mum.
P.S. Now you can’t complain I never feature you on my blog!
