So today I shot my first model – Becky! Was not bad at all for my first model shoot – and it’s really given me the motivation to do a whole lot more. I think I got a couple of pretty powerful shots and the first two here rocked! Thank you lensbaby. Anyway, not much to say about them as I’m all for aesthetics at the moment with very little theory. But I’m eager as pie to start getting the theory down, hopefully to engage more with the work and produce something with depth.

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What an astonishingly busy couple of weeks! Seen too many faces to count and worked too many hours to remember. Had a real nice week this week dedicated to myself I think – and pursuing University in the right mindset. I’ve been in the library already for a good few hours getting a head start on a few projects we’ve been set whilst trying to build up and manage my own! More on that later though. For now, some pictures from a little afternoon trip to Magma/Pop Cafe with Olivia.

Pop Café – which I had absolutely no idea was a veggie cafe. I ended up having beans on toast – with way too much butter.

Olivia had some chilli and rice. Looked nice, lacked meat.

So, so totally wish that t-shirt wasn’t advertising alcohol.

So it was a short trip, but I managed to get a couple magazines for inspiration for my first model shoot! Woo. I’ll be photographing a gorgeous girl called Becky before she disappears off to Cambridge.

I’m still waiting for Wig. Magazine to be released. It’s such a gorgeous magazine and it’s only out twice a year – around June and September time, so hurry up already! Issue 6 looks amazing.

Peace

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So I’m back to Blackpool for another round – after the summer I’ve had I think I’m glad of it, to be honest. It’s been one of the toughest summers I think I’ve had and one of the largest learning curves I’ve ever experienced. There hasn’t been a week where emotions have been stable enough for me to keep clarity and perspective. It’s unbelievable to have had the most enthralling and exciting experiences of my life be contrasted with the most upsetting and draining. But life throws these things at you, more often than not at the most inopportune times – I think it’s how you deal with these issues that consequently moulds you into who you are and who you’ll be years down the line.

These lovely ladies all really enjoy there bingo – good, because they won £14,000 the other week. Yes, I notice I caught Mr. Boredom in the left.

S. African John.

I’ve been really enjoying Green Tea lately. My first experience was pretty disgusting, but as with anything I think you just have to acquire a taste over time. Now it’s all I’ll order if I can. It’s really helped with headaches and stress, most likely a placebo but y’know, if it works – it works. I’m not going to start questioning the science behind it. I’m sure the Antioxidants have something to do with it though.

I’ll be posting more often soon, I’ve felt like I’ve neglected myself with the lack of photos lately. Motivation has been sparse at best though, bah!

Also, if you donated for a print – please choose one and let me know! People are getting impatient now. Thanks!

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So I haven’t posted since I felt pretty shit stuck in Vancouver on my own in an environment that I felt would swallow me up. Things changed, circumstances improved and I had the most amazing time of my life in the last few days I had left there. I’m home now – I’m absolutely distraught and I’m spending every damned minute trying to find ways to fund my way back there on the 12 months Work Visa I still have. But more on that later…

What happened on my last week?

I met the most amazing people. First of all I met Kenny. Kenny is from LA. Kenny works at Best Buy, loves Basketball, Wings, Beer, Music & Women. Kenny looked to me, to show him Vancouver – what to do and where to go. I think I filled my role pretty well, I took him to the Grouse Mountain, twice. I think he underestimated it, like most people, including myself. It’s tough. we did it in under an hour the first time around (second for me) and then two days later we went at it again with a couple more friends. He did it in under 55 minutes and I did it in 1 hour 6 minutes. I think my legs hadn’t fully recovered.

Kyoungae. She was fresh to Vancouver from South Korea. Self taught in English, she wasn’t fluent but colour me impressed. The nicest person I’ve met in a while. It seems people from Asia have a very reserved personality and it’s such a nice contrast in comparison to the outgoing, loud, annoying Australians that were running around – and the one guy from Vancouver Island with an ego bigger than he could handle. I think he embarrassed himself a little too much. He was very much quiet from the night he decided to break dance on a carpeted floor, pissed.

I also met Simon, who was from Quebec. He was an awesome guy, outgoing and up for anything. From hip-hop dance classes with Kenny, to the Grouse Grind two days in a row. He was awesome. I heard he had plans to hit Yukon and I envy that bastard for getting out there and doing it.

I befriended a French guy, too – who I actually never got his name. I got his msn address though, so I’ll be sure to find out! He did the Grouse Grind with us on the third time and got a real good time, too! Damn these backpackers and hobby hikers!

What happens now?

I’ve not fully decided. I’m undoubtedly in love with Vancouver. The diversity, the cultural morality, the pleasant atmosphere, the variety of things to do, the opportunities & amazing art scene – It has it all. I’m beyond distraught about having to come home. The worst thing about this place is the atmosphere created by the population. British People just have this horrid mentality and it comes across so distinctively. Nothing has an ounce of positivity. A comedian once pointed out the difference between asking someone from Chicago what they think of their city in contrast to someone from Birmingham. The Chicagoists spends the day announcing their love for the home in which they live whilst the Brummy simply announces ‘It’s a bit shit, isn’t it.’ – A comedic routine or not, it rings true on so many levels.

So do I want to stay in this country? No friggen’ way. I spent from the age of 17 trying to work out how to study in Canada – The only thing stopping me was the huge financial cost of performing such a task. Couple that with a less than impressive set of grades and no chance of a Scholarship, it’s safe to say I was pretty screwed. So I stuck to the UK. But now I’ve had a taste of what could be, I want out. I still can’t afford the $11,000 a year tuition fees so my only option is to wait till I graduate. Do I want to graduate? I guess. I have a million questions in my mind and I can’t begin to answer the first one. My future doesn’t seem so secure anymore.

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