A very sneaky preview of today’s shoot with Y_Q
Anonymous asked: What (type) of a camera would you recommend for (hobby-) beginners, who already want to have neat results? :)
Hey!
To simplify things you have the choice between digital vs analog, and dSLR vs compact. Because of the costs, I’d suggest going digital, and people might want to slash me for this but I think you can learn faster with digital. The instantaneousness of digital photography allows you to learn through trial-and-error, but in a bit more informed way than analog.
Since you ask, I’d also imagine you’re interested in going a bit deeper than point-and-click (i.e. what compact cameras have to offer). For that reason, I’d say go for a dSLR. You can still shoot on auto, but it will allow you to progress onto manual when you’re ready.
So then you have your entry-level/consumer, mid-range/prosumer, and finally top-range/pro cameras. I’m a Nikon user so I’ll tell you about Nikons.
The past year I have been shooting with an entry level, a Nikon D3000. It cost me about £350 when I bought it, together with the lens. Once you learn how to work the manual mode and get the best out of your settings, and provided you have an eye for things, this camera really won’t stop you from taking great pictures.
A great site for comparing different models is snapsort.com. It gives you a thorough breakdown of the specs, pros and cons and all that. Don’t get too caught up in it though, you’ll probably find it more useful in the future when you understand the effect of the technicalities on the pictures better. I should also say that Nikon has since released a D3100 which features video-shooting and has better high-ISO performance (less noise with higher ISO settings, which you would use in lower light conditions or if you want to shoot fast) so you might wanna check that one out. Not sure about price differences though.
If you have any more questions or need me to elaborate on anything feel free to poke at me!
Self portrait based on an image of Omahyra Mota, bodypainting by Talia.
Just for fun after we’ve done out Beauty & the Beast shoot. Garden + white sheet thrown over the fence + natural light + DIY cardboard-plus-tinfoil reflector and a lot of trial and error.
So since it’s been 5 months and my camera has been busy, I thought I ought to give a little update on that as well, but if you wanna see more, head over to my photography blog here.
Beauty & the Beast with the wonderful, beautiful and talented Talia
Street photography exercise with the new 50mm and reflections. Inspired by Dougie Wallace.


Short street photography project “Animals”. Surrealism, urban jungle, apathy of Londoners. More here and here.

Promos for The Coke Authority
The Dogbones live.

The Unkindness of Ravens live. Amazing band, amazing people.
Promos for Charlie’s one-man-band Ventenner.
So yeah! Been busy. Been hanging around with a lot of wonderful, talented individuals - majority of them musicians thriving on the underground London scene. It’s good for my creativity.
More also on my facebook page.
Sex is easy. When it comes to relationships, I’m a douche.
No, but really - I’m way past pretending that this is my preferred lifestyle or one that’s going to make me happy. Sure, it can make things easier, but overall/long term it is a pretty shitty way to live and I’m facing up to it.
So, relationships. I don’t know how to even approach the subject. Sex is easy for me - no strings, no expectations, no feelings. A fuck is a fuck. I’ve become mates with a lot of people I slept with or slept with a lot of people I was mates with. Some I’ve never seen again. Some I’ve had a mediocre time with, with others it was wicked, but there was always a good story out of it. That’s easy.
I can also do feelings (sort of). I do have feelings, I can pine after you, I can really fucking care about you with all my heart.
But when it comes to combining the two, I’m a douche. Combining being close to someone emotionally and intimacy is really fucking difficult. You expose yourself on another level. You don’t wanna get hurt. Etc etc. I just can’t make it work, much as I’d like to.
Another issue is that I doom all of my potential relationships by giving up and waiting for them to do all the legwork. I don’t realise I do it but I get so fucking difficult and cold and detached. And at the end of it I’m like “I never get the girl I like” so I just let things happen, and then: oh look, the world’s proved me right again.
And then there’s where I stand in the world.
I’m the girl you sleep with (once).
I’m the girl you’d cheat with when your relationship is slowly disintegrating or when you’re forgetting what really matters.
I’m the girl you’d get with for a distraction that won’t ask any questions.
In short, I realised I’m the rebound girl. Good for a fuck but impossible for something more, plus you’re not ready yet, let’s just take what we can and move on.
I don’t wanna be that girl anymore.
But I realised that unless I stop treating myself like I’m not good enough, like I don’t deserve something or someone, unless I stop sitting there passively while people around me come and go, that’s never gonna change.
So where do I stand now?
I broke it off with the girl I was crazy about for something like 2 years months ago. It didn’t hurt. I missed her, but little. I was happier. Sometimes I realise she was just a fucking coward and, probably subconsciously, never said what she wanted ‘cause I would have turned around and left, and then I’m angry. But we’re still friends, I suppose, and I want to keep it that way.
And life is funny like that ‘cause the moment you make a resolution, the moment you’re like, “Right, that’s it, I’m not doing this anymore, I’m not getting involved with anyone, I’m not ready for it” someone better comes along.
So I met a girl, in the most unexpected way possible. She was a mate of a mate and we ended up outside Heaven talking for the last hour the club was open. Then she gave me and my housemate, Nathan, a lift home and I invited her to crash on the airbed. We just talked, she never tried to put any moves on me. In the morning she leaves and I don’t even know her name.
Since then I’ve ran into her when I was out every now and again, she’d get drunk and drag me our for a chat. But that was it. But then this one time I ran into her at 4am on the way home, she was pissed out of her head and didn’t even know how to get home so I took her back to mine. She slept in my bed and stayed the whole weekend. We were just talking. Since then, she’d come over a few nights a week and sleep in my bed, we admitted we like each other, started meeting up more and more.
Now it broke again, maybe I’ve done something wrong, maybe she’s just been busy with her assignment. I don’t know what to do but I think I wanna try and make it work, but at the back of my head I’m still thinking I’m just this rebound girl for her.
On another note, I started working at out local gay pub, and met a cool girl there. That was Tuesday. She got my number and asked me out for a drink, I agreed despite the fact that I’m interested/seeing someone (am I?!) ‘cause I took it as a mates thing. But since Tuesday, she’s called me every day, texted me a shitload even when I wouldn’t reply, and the irony of the situation is that I’m not replying now not because of her asking if I want to fuck (which would be my usual solution considering I don’t know where I stand with the girl) but because I ran out of credit.
So, in short, I need to sort myself out.
So for the entertainment of those of you who still watch this space, here’s my weekend described in pictures (sorta). I finally managed to drag people to the Oak Bar, a very local (mainly) dyke bar/pub. We drank Long Island outta fish bowls and chatted with the local crowd. The owner turned out to be this really nice butch lady named Jackie who urged us to come back next Saturday for “Chicks Rock”, live music night (which I definitely will be doing). We eventually made it out and back to Rosa’s, ordered pizza which I slept through… the following day involved being lazy to the max, laying around watching Monkey Dust and talking about best and worst shags (as we celebrated as one of us had her very first lezzer experience). I once again ended up with slightly regretful memories but not nearly as bad as usual. This time instead of waking up in somebody else’s flat it was just the case of nearly hooking up with this bloke’s fiancee… or so I thought. As I heard the next morning apparently they were looking for a girl for a threesome… nononononnoooon. Jesus. These things happen. Anyway.
Then I was hiding under Rosa’s bed (don’t ask) as it gradually sunk in that the little bowl of AA batteries weren’t for a TV remote, and that the pretty tin box didn’t contain a toy flute. And, that, well, I was laying next to a couple rubber cocks. So eventually the above happened.
I’m the one with the spacepants…
…but actually I’m a brunette again

I wanted to delete this but there is too much awesome stuff I’ve accumulated over the months. Plus this tumblr was started *the day* I moved in with Yusef/moved out of my mother and all the crazy followed.
There’s another one I’ll be keeping and I’ll be keeping it to myself but I guess I’m staying here too
Photo Courtesy: ohitsnotadreamanymoree