Someone very dear to me gifted me a new camera for my birthday.
This camera is a game-changer.
I am now the owner of a Canon 5DS-R.
This is my first experimental shot with said camera.
Someone very dear to me gifted me a new camera for my birthday.
I had grand plans for some major self-care stuff today. I bought some new modifiers and was going to do a new self-portrait. I was going to pick up a pint of White Chocolate & Pistachio ice cream and buy myself flowers. I was even thinking about dragging one of my best friends out to get a burger and a strawberry milkshake. And then finish the day off with Netflix and some chocolate.
But here I currently am, holed up in my ridiculously tiny apartment sick as a dog, wishing someone would deliver me some spicy soup. It would seem winter has finally caught up with me, and after evading this bug for so long, it has me in its horrible reins, and I could not be more miserable.
I was in denial when I woke up with a headache, stuffy sinuses, and a raw nose; 'thought I could somehow shoot my way through this darned sick feeling. I set up my lights, set up my props, and shot away, but gave up halfway through my studio hour feeling mighty dizzy (and FREEZING). I did manage to get a couple of shots, one with anthuriums (you can find that image here), and one with these beautiful pink proteas I snuck through the border from my most recent trip to Seattle. I got to fulfill one of my self-care tasks today, at least: I got to make art. My self-portrait will have to wait.
I am having a terribly tough time outside of this bug. It's that same nagging feeling of having these very loose roots but not having enough financial freedom to get myself rooted somewhere that feels like home. Something has to change. I don't know what yet. I am not entirely sure an uprooting will change what I am feeling here... but it sure will help in a big way... I think.
I am delirious right now so I should end it here. Time to hunt through my fridge for something that will resemble Self-Assuredness, Certainty, and Home. Perhaps all are there; I just can't seem to see them in my horizon yet.
In light of all the Women's Marches happening in and around the country and the globe... here are the women who made my 'Ghost Stories' possible.
They also happen to be some of my closest and dearest friends.
Who run the world? Girls. Obviously.
This image of myself, taken by someone other than myself, makes me pause. I hate getting my photograph taken by others. The pictures that come out are not a true representation of how I see myself, much less how I feel.
I do not know what it is that possessed me to attend the East Side Flea on a Friday night on a whim. I came across Ian's page by randomly browsing Instagram yesterday morning. I absolutely love and am fascinated by alternative photographic processes... so I went with the sole purpose of getting my portrait taken by him with his mobile tintype studio. I knew that regardless of the outcome, I would have an image of myself forever immortalized using a very old photographic process. But the outcome is so much more than what I expected. Because I was not expected to smile, I let myself focus on the lens... and before I knew it... one bright flash later... my portrait had been taken.
I watched the image develop right in front of my eyes... and when my visage slowly started to reveal itself under gentle agitation... I gasped. I see many things here. I see my vulnerability. I see my age. I see growth... but also uncertainty. I see my sensuality.
I haven't been this enamoured over an image of myself taken from someone else's lens since one of my best friends, Kevin, took the following photographs of me when he was a design student at Seneca College:
Ian's portrait of me is not the prettiest, most polished portrait of me, that's for goddamn sure... but it is the most real... and right now... I need real. And for what it's worth... I think I look beautiful here. Thank you, Ian.
I have sent off Ghost Stories to be printed after sitting on my sample copy for a little over a month. I have decided to print only 50, with about 7 to 10 copies being sent off to my longtime collaborators.
I have been invited to present my work at the Object + Handmade show in December at The Aviary in Vancouver, from December 1 to 3. I will be selling those books there for $21. Unless otherwise prompted by an overwhelming public majority, it is highly unlikely I will be reprinting these; it is time for me to move on to my next project, and I have been holding on to this body of work for ten years.
Object + Handmade
637 East 15th Avenue
December 1 / 19:00 to 22:00
December 2 / 10:00 to 18:00
December 3 / 11:00 to 17:00
My first attempt at video.
And with this final series, I end Ghost Stories.
Release date in November.
Model: the incomparable Laura Cullen, who is like a sister to me.
These images were shot with an experimental film called Snovlox. It claims to give your photos a winter feel, but to be quite honest, I see these more like fireflies than snow. It could be because these photos are taken at the height of summer here in Vancouver.
When I took these photographs, I had the poems of Warsan Shire and Naayirah Waheed in mind, and even my own poems as well (I had written a couple the night before this day trip). Carmel and I also had Beyonce's Lemonade on during the drive to this location, so the look of this may have totally been influenced by that album.
I will take these frames in the darkroom to print, but I could not resist scanning these ones for a first-hand peek.
Model: Carmel Amit
Model: Carmet Amit
I walk through groups of strangers and see you.
Double back, double take, shake my head, tell myself
It's today of all days, everyday.
Why now and not then?
Always it is not, but then, when?
I look for you in groups of strangers
wearing half dread, half not.
My stomach lurches every time.
My heartbeat a bellowing echo.
My mind goes through scenarios:
what to do, what not to do when...
like a pre-flight safety demonstration.
How To Put On Your Oxygen Mask.
Don't forget to breathe.
Breathe through the ache of letting go.
This undoing is painful work.
You must undo until there are only scars,
and strangers are only strangers.
- IM 2017
I spent six hours in the darkroom this past Saturday and walked away with some really stunning results - for hastily-printed, dust-riddled RC prints, that is. I am just getting the hang of printing again! We were also taught how to tone our prints using selenium. Our darkroom is not the greatest, so we had to tone these prints outdoors. Apparently, the gases from the selenium solution could kill if not done in a properly-ventilated area. Something about the solution mixing with acid to form a deadly gas. Old-school photography is so freaking badass.
Here are some scans of my favourite prints from this weekend's session. The scans do not do these prints justice. The dynamic range from these prints alone are something to behold. I LOVE BEING BACK IN THE DARKROOM!!!
Of course, prints like these cannot be obtained if you do not have a good negative. I have good negatives. Yippee!
Without further ado...
Exposed 11.1 seconds with a 10-second burn treatment on the bottom right corner. Contrast filter at 3.
Left to Right: Untoned RC print versus Selenium-toned RC print. Notice what it did to the blacks. Unbelievable. I love toning. I cannot wait to explore this method further.
This one was my favourite print of the day. The dynamic range in this photograph is unbelievable. It looks unreal. I lucked out when I shot this; the light was incredible, first of all, and definitely gave life to all the textures in this space. Exposed 13 seconds with a contrast filter of 3.5.
My love, you see, you are already in bloom where I am being reborn.