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Twelve for 12

Flight :: Wonder // W40 // No flashTwelve for 12 is a gallery of twelve favourite photos celebrating last year, one from each month. I anticipated it would be difficult to choose only twelve pictures, and it was, but I was surprised that there were two or three months when I did not take very many photos. I can only surmise that I must have been holed up at home, working.

January is for my cat of sixteen years, Hero. She is so cosily curled up one of her favourite places, on one of my grandmother’s pillows brought from Yugoslavia decades ago. I was only to have three more months with Hero before she left me for the Great Meadow In The Sky, a devastating farewell.

March was a particularly difficult month to narrow down, as I went on three trips: a beach weekend with my sisters, a gallery-hopping trip to Sydney, and a beach holiday in north Queensland.

And December brought the new Hipstamatic Tintotype pak, one of my favourite sets of equipment for its olde-worlde look based on the tintype cameras of the mid-nineteenth century. So many photos to choose from in December!

Click to view the Twelve for 12 Hipstagallery.

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Adam, Check Your Front Window

Adam, Check Your Front Window :: GSQUAD // G-S0 // No flashOne of my artist/illustrator friends rents a studio space in a rather dilapidated warehouse in an area of Melbourne that has a less than salubrious ambiance. I’ve been there once or twice, and one truly does take one’s life into one’s own hands merely climbing the rickety stairs to the top floor. The other day she sent me this photo she had taken on the exterior of the building. It made me laugh. Artists are so insouciant. 

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Fragments of Poetry

Exotic Style :: Watts // Big Up // No flash

The other week I killed two birds with one stone. I was clearing my storage room of junk (old UK Elle Décor magazines) and simultaneously adding to my stockpile of random poetry fragments.

I had realised I just didn’t have enough personal pronouns and conjunctions. I had also been holding onto these magazines for more than five years. I had bought them for renovation ideas, and kept them because they were such nice magazines. 

… I just didn’t have enough personal pronouns and conjunctions.

Manners :: Watts // Big Up // No flashSpace :: Watts // Big Up // No flash

Funnily, when I looked at them again, I realised that so much had changed in interior design since the mid-noughties and that I didn’t want to keep the magazines at all. So I quite happily butchered them. All in the name of poetry of course.

As I happily sliced away, it occurred to me that all these fragments scattered over dissected pages were quite pretty. The Bondi Hipstapak (inspired by photographer Ben Watts) seemed quite perfect to capture these collages.

Clare Regularly Bounces :: Watts // Big Up // No flashSixties Design Window :: Watts // Big Up // No flash

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A Remembrance of Things Lost

The Lost Tomatoes :: Watts // Blanko Noir // No flash – the first of a pair of photos; see the second in the main galleryI’ve been capturing things lost on Hipstamatic more than two years now, and have built up quite a collection. They are things I’ve seen on my perambulations to work, to training, on holiday and generally out and about.

At first I photographed anything lost I came across, but as there are a remarkable number of lost things lying about everywhere, I soon had to become more discerning.

Nowadays I photograph only interesting objects, preferably in unusual situations or locations, and preferably in situ – in the actual spot they were lost, I mean, rather than somewhere they have whimsically been put by some lad out on a lark late at night. For instance, I once saw (and photographed) a CD rack that had been stuffed high into a tree. I am fairly sure that it had not wandered there of its own accord – unlike the conjoined ironing boards that had been dragged willy-nilly down Sturt St by the raging wind one day. I photographed those from the window of our first-floor office. Nor do I include in this collection items that have been deliberately abandoned.

The Lost Teddy :: Helga Viking // Ina’s 1969 // No flash – the very first Lost Thing I photographedThe most popular lost items are things that fall out of pockets of course, such as gloves and hankies; ribbons (the most favoured colours being red and pink); shoes – mostly children’s; hats and scarves of all sorts; and fruits and vegetables. I’ve also seen a surprising number of picnic baskets, but I do walk through the Botanic Gardens several times a week. No money unfortunately, except for the $5 Monopoly note. Most surprising is the number of large items that get left behind – an easel at Melbourne Central Station for heaven’s sake. How absent-minded can you get? Another amusing pair is the two suitcases I photographed in the same spot, in two successive days – how odd! Both feature colourful prints.

I have in my collection so far around 200 photos, but I have only included my favourite images in this Hipstagallery, which means most of them have been taken in the last year, after I upgraded from the 3g to 4s iPhone, which takes better quality photographs. I am sure I will be collect more in my travels. Check out the Lost Things Hipstagallery for more. 

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