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2009-02-08T04:14:00.000-08:00

I'm not a photographer, but... sometimes, I take some pictures. Black and white ones. Diary ones. Cellphone camera ones. Turn down the lens to the ones who take pictures. The ones with who I work, the photographers. Here is a photograph of Lina Scheynius, one of the most amazing young photographer of now. Someone who give one of the most beautiful image of the world and who turn her back on it. Just right now, for one second.

THANK YOU EMERIC GLAYSE. #

2008-11-13T00:33:00.000-08:00

Some days there is nothing better to do than just lay down and smoke cigarettes and watch terrible movies: Mean Girls, the Devil Wears Prada, etc. When you live 3 hours away, laying down feels pretty decent.

THANK YOU DIMITRI KARAKOSTAS (2nd time!). #

2008-11-13T00:24:00.000-08:00

Boom Festival was probably one of the best and most beautifully psychedelic weeks of my life, full of moments like this. As the sun set all you could see were stark silhouettes and elongated shadows in your path. This is my friend Julia - we were heading to a stage where they played reggae while the sun shone it's last light. Everyone was so happy to be there.

THANK YOU JESS GOUGH (2nd time!). #

2008-11-13T00:17:00.000-08:00

This summer I went with my girlfriend and a group of friends to spend a week on the island of Norrmansö in Sweden. We stayed in a group of cabins surrounded by trees, which coupled with excessive plaid/flannel-wearing made me think I was living inside a Mount Eerie song. We had to boat across from the mainland from a place called Spillersboda; I knew that once on the island we would be surrounded by water so I bought one of those disposable underwater cameras that you can get from chemists, thinking I'd be able to get some great shots of people diving and swimming underwater and so forth. However, despite the near-constant sun, the lake never really got warm enough for swimming, and I was always short on volunteers. At some point during the week one of the other guys and I took a canoe over to the nearest island opposite. It was a tiny body of land that seemed completely untouched by any life other than the trees around us and the moss underfoot.

THANK YOU SIMON MARSHAM. #

2008-11-04T22:52:00.000-08:00

This is a photo of my ex- and current girlfriend. I think she's pretty good at reading me, and I guess I was feeling pretty stressed this day or something similar. In mid shower, she bolted out and grabbed my camera and said something along the lines of 'these will be cute.' She was more or less right: perfectly foggy, perfectly grainy. I miss her when she's not around.

THANK YOU DIMITRI KARAKOSTAS. #

2008-11-01T22:14:00.000-07:00

This is Jack and India. We all got together for a friend's birthday where she held a World War II (or a less morbid sounding 1940s) themed party. We drank tea, ate cake and danced. I think it's the most British I have ever felt. God save the Queen 'n all that.

THANK YOU JESS GOUGH (2nd time!). #

2008-11-01T22:02:00.000-07:00

halloween is a very scary time of year, it causes girls to have fits and regurgitate their dinner into a bucket, and boys to knock girls out with tombstones and barf into "birthday girl" party hats.

THANK YOU KRISTINA DORNIAK-WALL. #

2008-10-22T23:49:00.000-07:00

This frame is actually the last I remember taking on an alcohol-slushed mid-August night. The picture shows the night-ending activity of a pool-party I had together with some friends, at my parents' house in Örebro, Sweden. For the occasion I bought a $50, 3 metre-diameter swimmingpool, and filled it up with water. The sun shone and everyone was dressed for summer, we ate sushi and drank cooled drinks. Even though the weather was hot, the pool wasn't, so no one really tried it. Not until late hours people started to consider the ability to take a bath. We did, for some minutes, in a huge waterthrowing session. I'm happy for it!

THANK YOU JONAS LOISKE. #

2008-10-22T23:31:00.000-07:00

In the lull between the end of term and graduation we all got together at Laven’s. It would be the last night we’d all spend together for a long time. It was warm and there were lanterns hanging in the trees. The whole evening felt a bit surreal, and for the first time I felt a little bit sad art school was over.

THANK YOU CHERRY STYLES. #

2008-10-16T21:20:00.000-07:00

I met these people in Kamakura (Japan) by accident. I, Wonjun (my sister), my auntie, and my auntie's daughter Naoko went down to Kamakura to eat some of the best ramyeon in Japan. We drove around a bit and my auntie called her ex-husband to figure out whether he's out or home - till then, I didn't know he had a huge and old house there. Auntie hesitated a bit, not just because he was home, I think their relationship is still quite funny in a cute way. Anyways, we visited him. He brought us down to the hill and introduced these people who are Namaiki. We drank Okinawa tea, talked about plants, said hello and smiled at each other. It was a very beautiful day and was one of the biggest Hanabi (fireworks) days in Japan.

THANK YOU HASISI PARK. #

2008-10-16T20:52:00.000-07:00

It was a quasi-family reunion on my dad's side of the family. My half-brother brought his new girlfriend that nobody had met, and there wasn't a moment where the two of them weren't touching. Speaking with all of my relatives, it was quite apparent that no one was really comfortable with the two of them all over each other the whole time. But the one person I didn't hear anything about it from was my dad (our dad), and I wondered, what did he think? Did he overhear any of the disapproving remarks? And, did he care? I took this photo in order to document those questions, to document my dad's blissful ignorance or disappointed disapproval, or whatever he was feeling that day.

THANK YOU CONNOR CREAGAN. #

2008-10-15T00:57:00.000-07:00

on a camping trip, in some woods, in the middle of nowhere, after beers were drunk and words exchanged, people started to get rowdy and we all decided to go on a adventure. we ran through woods and fields and stopped for cigarette breaks and watched the stars, then it started to rain, hard, so we made our way to this huge tree in the middle of this field. some people wanted to go on, some didn't. the few that were left carried onto the next woods but when we got there it was surrounded by big wet bushy grass and we couldn't be bothered to go on through, so i turned to my left and saw someone in the distance with a white t-shirt on, so i whipped out my camera and took a photo, then headed back to camp.

THANK YOU SIMON NUNN. #

2008-10-13T16:43:00.000-07:00

this photo was taken only a couple of weeks after my girlfriend and i moved to london together. i was still in the phase of meeting people i vaguely knew from back home, one of which had a scottish boyfriend who invited us to this ceilidh, which is like a barn dance. we had a good time except that when we had to twirl down the entire length of the hall during the final dance i kept forcing my girlfriend into a spin that made her dress pull up. every time she protested i insisted, not understanding why she would want to do the dance incorrectly. these kind of miscommunications would mar our relationship for what turned out to be only five more months, and this would be the best snap i'd take the whole time.

THANK YOU JACKSON EATON. #

2008-10-07T16:56:00.000-07:00

I was at Reading Festival a few weeks ago. It was the last day and me and some friends had been watching bands. The sun had just come out and we started to really fancy some ice cream, but they were all skint, and all I could afford was scabby-looking chips. Charlie and Ben persuaded me to get some to share with the promise of cider back at the tents. The chips turned out to be nice but the cider was warm and flat, so shotgunning it seemed like a good idea. Me and Finn searched for some sharp objects around the campsite; this turned out to be pretty hard because it was such an absolute mess. There was a lot of burnt stuff, custard creams, Tesco Value lemon curd, empty cigarette packets, abandoned clothes and shoes, laughing gas et cetera. There was a huge puddle next to us which had morphed into some kind of swamp full of litter and with tents falling precariously into it; some people were floating around and pushing each other on rubber rings. Anyway, we found a penknife and some keys in the end, so Charlie and Ben got ready. At the last minute I decided I should take a picture, so I got my camera out and counted down 3... 2... 1!

THANK YOU JOANNA THOMAS. #

2008-10-06T18:07:00.000-07:00

If you look up "Independence Day (United States)" on Wikipedia, you'll learn that this glorious day is associated with cliche and kitsch things such as fireworks, parades, barbecues, carnivals, picnics, and so forth. So when your uncle's neighbor in upstate New York comes over to show off his AK-47s and other guns while you're having a bon fire, there is no reason to be surprised. It's simply something that is appropriate for the day. The neighbor brought a total of six guns, along with stories of his time spent in Iraq, and insight on important issues such as keeping your lawn green. I like to think that the holiday spirit was in all of us when a sudden interest was developed in all these subjects. These are the moments that epitomize the proper way of spending the Fourth of July in America, and I'm thankful I was there with my disposable camera in hand, so everyone can now understand how to celebrate this day.

THANK YOU SUZANNA ZAK. #

2008-10-06T17:40:00.001-07:00

Robbie was really drunk off other people’s alcohol and then tried to fight his best friend and his best friend kicked him gently but because he was drunk and off balance he got a big ditch calved into his elbow by the road and broke his camera too. We took him home with us via McDonalds and he slept at our place that night. I passed out on the bed as soon as we got in. In the morning we all felt shit and had things to do. I took a photo. Robbie realized he lost his keys somewhere so we looked for ages for them but had no luck. He spent an hour on the phone trying to sort out getting a new key then we found them in the bottom of one of our bags. It was really hot and I had to travel two hours on the bus to vote in council elections, which are compulsory here. We all said goodbye.

THANK YOU LEON BATCHELOR. #

2008-10-06T17:34:00.000-07:00

This photo was shot when a few policemen (the phrase in the back of his vest “警察” means “police officer” in Chinese) interrupted a performance of my friend’s band. The gig was held for free in front of a Japanese bar at night, which located in a residential district. A large number of young dudes gathered, and the set was in a super uproar. After 3 or 4 songs had been played, all of a sudden there came a group of cops. They asserted the gig had to be called off because it made too much noise and wasn’t legally registered in advance. No one was willing to give in at first. However, to prevent that it might incurred something bad to the bar’s business, the band decided to suspend the show. After the cops left, the band played one more song at the audience’s request. The annoying cops showed up again, and everyone broke up in a hubbub.

THANK YOU LO YI FAN. #

2007-10-09T17:23:00.000-07:00

/// GHOSTY GHOSTY ///

PHOTOGRAPHERS SO FAR:

SIMON MARSHAM
DIMITRI KARAKOSTAS (and again!)
JESS GOUGH (and again!)
KRISTINA DORNIAK-WALL
JONAS LOISKE
CHERRY STYLES
HASISI PARK
CONNOR CREAGAN
SIMON NUNN
JACKSON EATON

JOANNA THOMAS

SUZANNA ZAK

LEON BATCHELOR

LO YI FAN

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