Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label photography. Show all posts
Monday, 2 April 2012
Saturday, 10 March 2012
Sunday, 15 January 2012
Sweet F AAA
The Saturday edition of The Guardian has been sitting on our kitchen table since I finished leafing through it yesterday morning. This image has been staring up at me every time I've gone into the kitchen in the last 32 hours, and only just a few minutes ago did I get the visual gag.
Saturday, 31 December 2011
325 in 365
McJunk total at end of 2010 = 505
McJunk total at close of 2011 = 830
Hmmmm. McHappy New Year!
Sunday, 23 October 2011
Monday, 15 August 2011
The Inside Out Project
A friend & colleague sent me a link to the video below stating how much it moved him. Cynical as ever, I watched and waited to be moved. Around the point that the shanty town is featured with the roof tops adorned with posters of their inhabitants, that's when it got me—the vinyl prints also help keep the rain out you see.
Then there's the shot of the train passing above posters on an embankment completing the picture, a thing of beauty where there isn't much. Watch for yourself:
Inside Out is impressive enough to have won the TED Prize 2011, an annual award that goes to a person whose one wish is to change the world.
As the project's website details: "INSIDE OUT is a large-scale participatory art project that transforms messages of personal identity into pieces of artistic work. Everyone is challenged to use black and white photographic portraits to discover, reveal and share the untold stories and images of people around the world. These digitally uploaded images will be made into posters and sent back to the project’s co-creators for them to exhibit in their own communities".
Where will you be exhibiting your portraits?
Links:
The Inside Out Project
TEDPrize
Thanks Dave.
Then there's the shot of the train passing above posters on an embankment completing the picture, a thing of beauty where there isn't much. Watch for yourself:
Inside Out is impressive enough to have won the TED Prize 2011, an annual award that goes to a person whose one wish is to change the world.
As the project's website details: "INSIDE OUT is a large-scale participatory art project that transforms messages of personal identity into pieces of artistic work. Everyone is challenged to use black and white photographic portraits to discover, reveal and share the untold stories and images of people around the world. These digitally uploaded images will be made into posters and sent back to the project’s co-creators for them to exhibit in their own communities".
Where will you be exhibiting your portraits?
Links:
The Inside Out Project
TEDPrize
Thanks Dave.
Wednesday, 22 June 2011
Saturday, 11 June 2011
Congratulations
Graphics show just after doors open
Congratulations to all Graphic Design students at UCS for a highly successful degree show. Friends, family and invited industry guests thronged through the Forefront Gallery from the minute the doors opened through to closing the bar at 9pm.
Graphics show just after doors open
All the work proved popular with invited guests as business cards quickly found pockets and students were offered interviews. The portfolio table proved extremely popular and a showreel complimented the final project work displayed on the walls.
Luke Mitchell recieving the TCM Internship Award from Provest Mike Saks and Head of School Chrissie Harrington
Matthew Davis, 1st Year Studentship Award
Beth Eddolls, 2nd Year Studentship Award
Laurence Berry, 3rd Year Studentship Award
Laurence Berry, The Graham Scott Award for Typography
Victoria Patmore, 3rd Prize, TCM Adam Easdon Award
Dan Welsh, 2nd Prize, TCM Adam Easdon Award
Luke Mitchell, Internship winner, TCM Adam Easdon Award
Sean Cooper, Tony Heffernan Award for Motion Graphics
Final year students awaiting the doors to open
The show is on until Sunday 19 June, 10am-6pm weekdays, 11am-3pm at weekends.
Saturday, 30 April 2011
Sunday, 17 April 2011
Friday, 15 April 2011
Norfolk types
Claire gets pretty frustrated with my constant photographing of found type wherever we go. This last week, a spring holiday on the north Norfolk coast, was no exception. However, even Claire was impressed with this village sign using the local vernacular:
It's rare that I stop the car specifically to take a photo, as I did with the above. However, I did again for the image below. A sign from a bygone era, impressed as I was by the awkward diagonal stacking of the letters and the Norwich City colours (almost):
Is the E trying to eat the cross bar of the T?
After a stroll through a particularly poor market (I'll not name the town involved for fear of provoking a Suffolk/Norfolk dispute), Claire spotted a row of antique's shops she wanted to look around. One was held in an old church building, and above the entrance I found this ghost of where type had previously been:
I now feel a new project coming on: recording ghost typography. This was reinforced as an idea when across the road I saw an abandoned shop with this above the window:
It also struck me as odd that the shop with the word 'technology' above its emptied shop front was across the road from a row of shops selling antiques. Technology has less longevity than antiques, obviously. Or is it that each piece of technology soon becomes an antique, and in this case, just moves across the road into a different shop?
It's rare that I stop the car specifically to take a photo, as I did with the above. However, I did again for the image below. A sign from a bygone era, impressed as I was by the awkward diagonal stacking of the letters and the Norwich City colours (almost):
Is the E trying to eat the cross bar of the T?
After a stroll through a particularly poor market (I'll not name the town involved for fear of provoking a Suffolk/Norfolk dispute), Claire spotted a row of antique's shops she wanted to look around. One was held in an old church building, and above the entrance I found this ghost of where type had previously been:
I now feel a new project coming on: recording ghost typography. This was reinforced as an idea when across the road I saw an abandoned shop with this above the window:
It also struck me as odd that the shop with the word 'technology' above its emptied shop front was across the road from a row of shops selling antiques. Technology has less longevity than antiques, obviously. Or is it that each piece of technology soon becomes an antique, and in this case, just moves across the road into a different shop?
Sunday, 3 April 2011
Tuesday, 11 January 2011
thenetwerk®
McJunk featured on thenetwerk®, a photography research group formed by practitioners/lecturers in East Anglia.
Link:
thenetwerk®
Saturday, 1 January 2011
Sunday, 26 December 2010
Five hundred plus
As many people opened their presents on Christmas morning, the good people of Ipswich, in association with McDonald's, gave me the gift of allowing McJunk to turn 500. As Claire and I walked Timmy over our local park my trusty camera phone was put to good use documenting this monumental occasion. Check Flickr for images (link right).
Quick book update: every thing is set to go for 1 Jan 2011. More details here soon in the next couple of days as I the finalise promo copy, sort out some postcards and knock up a website.
Saturday, 18 September 2010
Where's me jumper?
September has been super busy. After the wedding of some good friends of ours at the end of August, we've been to Brighton 3 times, taken in some art by the sea, been to a private view of some UCS graduate students (well done Luke, Nicki & Tom), grown a moustache for a stag do (me, not Claire), seen the reformed Pop Group in that there London, and given our bedroom over to Claire's daughter and grandson and so have been living out of our front room for the last week. Oh, and then there's the day jobs stretching into evenings & weekends as well, and getting side tracked writing the odd post here! All of which means I'm even more behind schedule with the McJunk book. I should never have made a brash deadline statement online about completing a personal project. What's frustrating is that it's 90% done - someone give me 4 days straight and I'll have it wrapped up. Never mind. Some sort of normality is due to return this week, whatever that is, and hopefully I should be able to plan in time to mop up the remaining 10%. Believe me, you'll be the first to know.
In the meantime, here are a few things that have caught my eye over the last month. Sorry, no tash shots, that's far too embarrassing, but feel free to check out my upper lip menagerie on the Dubdog Flickr photostream.
Art on the Prom, Felixstowe:
Poor Richard, or poor books?
Remixed ad. Reminds me of those plastic puzzles where you have to shift squares around to complete an image (I was always useless at them):
My Garden, Your Litter, the follow up to The Fall's Your Future, Our Clutter?
And finally, in my office this morning I was caught by my shadow as I was about to rush out of the house:
And now my favourite season of the year has arrived, can anyone tell me where I put my jumper?
In the meantime, here are a few things that have caught my eye over the last month. Sorry, no tash shots, that's far too embarrassing, but feel free to check out my upper lip menagerie on the Dubdog Flickr photostream.
Art on the Prom, Felixstowe:
Poor Richard, or poor books?
Remixed ad. Reminds me of those plastic puzzles where you have to shift squares around to complete an image (I was always useless at them):
My Garden, Your Litter, the follow up to The Fall's Your Future, Our Clutter?
And finally, in my office this morning I was caught by my shadow as I was about to rush out of the house:
And now my favourite season of the year has arrived, can anyone tell me where I put my jumper?
Wednesday, 8 September 2010
Wednesday, 1 September 2010
Homage to Saul and Lee
A short while ago you may remember my tale of trying to recreate a photo from memory that went badly wrong. Well, here's the second attempt. It's in the right location this time, at the Longman of Wilmington, East Sussex. It even has some resemblance to the original. And this time it contains no knob jokes!
Steinberg by Lee Miller c.1954
Original post.
Steinberg by Lee Miller c.1954
Original post.
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Where is my mind?
I was sure it was Kurt Schwitters or Man Ray, or another one of those Dada bods. I was also sure it was the Cerne Abbas Giant, the chalky guy who is always pleased to see you.
When Claire showed me the result, I pointed out her misinterpretation of my interpretation, and we both pissed ourselves laughing, much to the bemusement of the hikers walking past at that moment. I'm not sure who this photo says more about, my failure to accurately describe from memory, or Claire turning an artistic homage into a knob joke. We gave up at that point as the rain started to piss on our parade.
Attempts to Google the original failed before it even begun as the o2 reception was rubbish in Dorset, so I couldn't show Claire the original to clarify what I had in mind. So on returning home from holiday, between unloading the car and ordering a vegetable balti, I searched my bookshelves desperately trying to unearth the original photo. Several design history and avant garde graphics books later, on the verge of giving up my quest, I turned to the ever brilliant Art Of Looking Sideways thinking, 'this is exactly the sort of thing Alan Fletcher would have included in his vast ideas repository'.
And I found this on p290…
Saul Steinberg by Lee Miller c1954, from Alan Fletcher's The Art Of Looking Sideways
It was neither Kurt Schwitters nor Man Ray. Nor was it the Cerne Abbas Giant. It was the mighty Saul Steinberg 'drawing' the Long Man of Wilmington, in Sussex, several counties away from where we had been in Dorset.
All of which just goes to prove two things to me. 1) that I can't always rely on my memory, and 2) that, er, um, er… sorry, I'm not sure I can remember what the second thing is.
Links:
Saul Steinberg
The Art of Looking Sideways
The Cerne Abbas Giant, Dorset
So when holidaying in Dorset recently, and passing Mr Phallic on a nearly daily basis, I commented to Claire that I wanted to recreate a photograph in honour of Dada.
In my mind, Kurt Schwitters, or whoever, was standing near where the visitor car park is today, with the giant in the background about a mile away. In my mind Kurt was looking straight at the camera, pretending to hold the giant between thumb and forefinger playing with perspective and creating an optical illusion. I described this vision to Claire and we pulled into the visitor car park after a day out climbing hills on the Jurassic Coast. Ignoring the tourists staring at us, I proceeded to follow Claire's art direction and pose, thumb and forefinger held up at shoulder height in the middle of a car park. This is the result…
So when holidaying in Dorset recently, and passing Mr Phallic on a nearly daily basis, I commented to Claire that I wanted to recreate a photograph in honour of Dada.
In my mind, Kurt Schwitters, or whoever, was standing near where the visitor car park is today, with the giant in the background about a mile away. In my mind Kurt was looking straight at the camera, pretending to hold the giant between thumb and forefinger playing with perspective and creating an optical illusion. I described this vision to Claire and we pulled into the visitor car park after a day out climbing hills on the Jurassic Coast. Ignoring the tourists staring at us, I proceeded to follow Claire's art direction and pose, thumb and forefinger held up at shoulder height in the middle of a car park. This is the result…
When Claire showed me the result, I pointed out her misinterpretation of my interpretation, and we both pissed ourselves laughing, much to the bemusement of the hikers walking past at that moment. I'm not sure who this photo says more about, my failure to accurately describe from memory, or Claire turning an artistic homage into a knob joke. We gave up at that point as the rain started to piss on our parade.
Attempts to Google the original failed before it even begun as the o2 reception was rubbish in Dorset, so I couldn't show Claire the original to clarify what I had in mind. So on returning home from holiday, between unloading the car and ordering a vegetable balti, I searched my bookshelves desperately trying to unearth the original photo. Several design history and avant garde graphics books later, on the verge of giving up my quest, I turned to the ever brilliant Art Of Looking Sideways thinking, 'this is exactly the sort of thing Alan Fletcher would have included in his vast ideas repository'.
And I found this on p290…
Saul Steinberg by Lee Miller c1954, from Alan Fletcher's The Art Of Looking Sideways
It was neither Kurt Schwitters nor Man Ray. Nor was it the Cerne Abbas Giant. It was the mighty Saul Steinberg 'drawing' the Long Man of Wilmington, in Sussex, several counties away from where we had been in Dorset.
All of which just goes to prove two things to me. 1) that I can't always rely on my memory, and 2) that, er, um, er… sorry, I'm not sure I can remember what the second thing is.
Links:
Saul Steinberg
The Art of Looking Sideways
Tuesday, 10 August 2010
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