Digital Photography Elective.

Yesterday I went into the studio with Adriana and Dan and we took the studio portraits for my DP Elective. The brief asks for two studio portraits of the same model conveying two different moods through expression, lighting and framing.

We got to use a ring flash which was good fun and made for some interesting images.

Summer Project.

The summer brief provided us with a list of words which we had to interpret and photograph in a personal way. We then used the accumulated sets of pictures and ordered, arranged and edited the sets.

Made from Recycled CD Cases.

For my latest project with the exotic title ‘Design Zoo’ I was asked to start a collection; something cheap or completely free, something that had never been collected before and would now accumulate to great quantities, gain fame and critical acclaim. Many a thing was considered: shadows, images of the sun, pasta, those mouldy patches on trees but nothing seemed interesting, extraordinary or magical enough.
Stuck, uninspired and rapidly losing interest in this brief I moved on. In order to regain motivation and clarity I spent some time meticulously enlarging of the word ‘widget’ by hand (part of my Information Design workshop). The tedious task was lightened by my boyfriend’s cheery incredibly blunt orange pencil. Swiftly I sharpened the pencil to perfection and was left with that annoying rubbish left over that never ends in the bin and crumbles everywhere. But this little piece of rubbish that I was holding in my hand was not annoying or messy at all, it did not crumble, it was beautiful. So round and small and fragile. In complete awe I marvelled at the little thing in my hand and full of joy I showed my newly found treasure to my boyfriend who was not nearly as excited as me and was completely engrossed in his Star Trek game anyways. 
Over 100 of these were fashioned, photographed and now await printing, collating and binding.

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For my latest project with the exotic title ‘Design Zoo’ I was asked to start a collection; something cheap or completely free, something that had never been collected before and would now accumulate to great quantities, gain fame and critical acclaim. Many a thing was considered: shadows, images of the sun, pasta, those mouldy patches on trees but nothing seemed interesting, extraordinary or magical enough.

Stuck, uninspired and rapidly losing interest in this brief I moved on. In order to regain motivation and clarity I spent some time meticulously enlarging of the word ‘widget’ by hand (part of my Information Design workshop). The tedious task was lightened by my boyfriend’s cheery incredibly blunt orange pencil. Swiftly I sharpened the pencil to perfection and was left with that annoying rubbish left over that never ends in the bin and crumbles everywhere. But this little piece of rubbish that I was holding in my hand was not annoying or messy at all, it did not crumble, it was beautiful. So round and small and fragile. In complete awe I marvelled at the little thing in my hand and full of joy I showed my newly found treasure to my boyfriend who was not nearly as excited as me.

Over 100 unique pieces were photographed, printed onto magnetic paper, and then fashioned into magnets. Unfortunately the original 100 pieces that were photographed were destroyed during transport back home. Another 100 were made and put on display.

Coffee Love.

As part of the Christmas brief I interviewed my mother and recorded her story of meeting the love of her life. First attempts in visualising her story resulted in these five photographs which try to capture the importance of coffee in their relationship and the fact that secrecy and absence were central to their story.

Somebody Else’s Shoes.

One of the twelve typographic postcards we were asked to create for ‘Somebody else’s shoes’.

The person I was observing surprised me when I asked him to fill out a questionnaire. His answer to the question of his favourite smell was: “The smell of Jasmine early in the morning after a rainy night.”

This postcard is based on this statement and the fragile aspects of his personality.

Knowledge.