Thursday, November 19, 2009

One more day!

I woke up this morning from a dream in which Cory and I were getting married.

We were late arriving at the location, there was a huge crowd of uninvited and noisy people there to observe, and the justice couldn't get our names right for a while, but that was all okay because it was me and Cory and we were getting married.

I woke up with so much love. It'll be even better in real life. Tomorrow.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Two Days, Two Hearts



Two Hearts, originally uploaded by Gabri Le Cabri.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Three

Three more days! I want to skip right to it already!

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Five

Five days!  Woo!  In honor of that, here are a painting and a poem that I've always liked. 

The Great Figure

Among the rain
and lights
I saw the figure 5
in gold
on a red
fire truck
moving
tense
unheeded
to gong clangs
siren howls
and wheels rumbling
through the dark city
~William Carlos Williams

Saturday, November 14, 2009

Dress Update

A friend recommended a tailor here in Dallas, so I took the dress there. Sounds like they can fix it--and in time for gettin' married.

I'm still really angry about the service from that etsy seller, though.

Six

I am getting married in six days (yay!) and I don't have a dress (fuck.).

I ordered a dress from a seller on etsy (not linking because I'm waiting to see how she deals with the situation before making her identity public). It was custom made just for me with pretty, pretty black and white fabric.

I wanted a dress that I could wear after the wedding, too. I wanted something that would be special but not so special it would be a one-time affair. Plus, I've always wanted this kind of dress (50s-style party dress) but have had no luck finding a vintage one because my waist just isn't small enough to match the waists of the 1950s women who wore waistcinchers and such.

After many weeks of waiting (when I was told there was a 10-day turnaround time for making the dress), I finally was told it was on its way last week. After a week, it still hadn't arrived, so I sent the seller a message asking if she had a tracking number because it hadn't arrived and I was getting worried. She said it would be here the next day. And it was--because she actually sent it out then. It got here in two days, but she took a week between telling me she would send it out to actually sending it out.

The worst thing, though, is that it doesn't fit. I measured myself and sent her my measurements. The dress does not match those measurements. The bust is too small (I can squeeze into it, but it's not supercomfortable or as attractive as if it fit) and the armholes are WAY too small (they actually hurt me). With some help, I can get into it, but it's not what I wanted, it's not what I paid for, and I only have six days until I was planning to get married in it.

I am complaining--asking for it to be fixed or for my money back--but that doesn't erase the fact that it is a gorgeous dress, it is exactly what I wanted except for the fit, and now I don't have anything special (and nonpainful) to wear to get married in.

Minolta

After two failed rolls of film, I finally succeeded at taking pictures with my ebayed Minolta SRT201. These are my favorite pictures from the roll, taken at Bachman Lake in Dallas.

EmptyHello

Friday, November 13, 2009

Folding Camera Test Run

I wrote a while back about having bought a Zeiss Ikon folding camera from ebay. I took it out a few weeks ago for a test run at the Dallas Arboretum with Cory. Most of the pictures were blurry and out of focus (you have to be able to tell how many meters (!) you are from the thing you want to photograph because the viewfinder doesn't really show you what the lens is actually seeing--this is going to take some practice).

But there were a few I liked. Here are my favorite two shots:

CoryWagon & Teepee

Holga & Hiking

Cory and I went hiking at Cedar Ridge Nature Preserve a few weeks ago. It was a lovely day--but muddy! It had been raining a lot the last couple of weeks and the trail we chose to follow was pretty much a sludgy mess the whole way. I enjoyed trudging through the mud far less than I usually enjoy actually hiking, but it was still pretty out.

BrownPondTrash cans

Even the trash cans were pretty. I took a couple of pictures of neon signs later that week. I really like this multiple exposure:

Neon Beauty

Seven.

Seven is my favorite number. It's been my favorite number since I was seven years old. My next favorite number is four--because Zachary (my brother) was four at the time that I decided this. Somehow, I guess I figured the ages we were then were special and so those numbers should be special, too. My next favorite number? Eleven. 7 + 4 = 11, after all. Plus, with the two ones together, it's a nice symmetrical number. I'm really not sure why I've held onto these favorite numbers for the past 23 years, but they seem to have settled in to my consciousness pretty thoroughly.

Seven is also the number of days left until Cory and I get married, if you're keeping score at home. Hooray!

Seven

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Nine!

Just nine days 'til I'm a married lady!

Countdown:  Nine Days

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Dandelions & Berries

I spent some time out in the dewy backyard this morning taking pictures. It was a lovely morning.

DandelionsRed BerriesDandelion and SunPurpley-blue berries

Monday, November 2, 2009

A Woman's Liberation

Okay, so this is unrelated to photography and may be only tangentially related to fashion (and I'm not going to explore that possible connection here), but I found it both interesting and moving, so it's worth sharing.  

From Ursula K. LeGuin's "A Woman's Liberation" (collected in A Woman's Liberation:  A Choice of Futures by and about Women, edited by Connie Willis and Sheila Williams):
What is one man's and one woman's love and desire, against the history of two worlds, the great revolutions of our lifetimes, the hope, the unending cruelty of our species?  A little thing.  But a key is a little thing, next to the door it opens.  If you lose the key, the door may never be unlocked.  It is in our bodies that we lose or begin our freedom, in our bodies that we accept or end our slavery.
This is a beautiful articulation of the importance of the body and of love in politics of liberation (e.g., antiracist movements, gay rights movements, feminist movements).  If we do not have sovereignty over our own bodies, if we cannot take pleasure in ourselves, how can we possibly have any more far-reaching freedoms or power?  And, conversely, if we allow others to control or otherwise abuse our bodies, that prevents us from being truly free in ways that are beyond merely physical.

I highly recommend this story.


   
antique keys, originally uploaded by Ross McGinnes.

Friday, October 30, 2009

Dare to Suck

[I wrote this post for my writing students on a separate blog, but the same principles apply to other endeavors--like photography and fashion--so I thought I'd repost it here with an addendum.]

One of the many challenges of writing is learning to let yourself write badly. This doesn't mean that you should write badly and leave it that way; it doesn't mean that writing badly should be a goal in itself. It does, however, mean that there is a stage in any writing project where it is okay to just write without worrying about it being perfect or even good.

For many writers, this is really hard. You may feel like you have to start from nothing, from just the wisp of an idea in your head, and somehow leap from that to a polished essay that you can turn in (and hopefully get a good grade on). Or you may feel like you should be fixing things as you write your first draft and making sure to organize everything neatly when it first hits the page; you may be planning to turn this draft in and therefore are trying to do everything at once.

But a leap from nothing to something is not the most effective way to write. In order to wind up with the desired final product (a polished, well-written essay), you have to start with something less than polished and well-written: the rough draft.

It is at this stage that it is okay to write without worrying about how well you're writing. It's okay to suck. All you need to do at this stage is get your ideas down. You will have time (because you have made time by starting before the night before it's due) to fix things. My early drafts are fragmentary and repetitive. I use words that I know won't really work in a final draft just to fill the space so I can keep going. I'll come back and change them out later. I insert reminders like [examples] or [transition] to tell myself that this is a place that will require a specific kind of work, but I don't try to do that work immediately. I'll come back and write those bits later. I ask myself questions and argue with myself. I will make decisions and smooth those inconsistencies out later. This process is vital to my writing, no matter how ugly it looks; it gives me a chance to record my ideas, to see where they already look kind of good and where they don't, and to build a foundation for the stages that will come later (rereading, reorganizing, rewriting).

The best ideas and writing don't just appear fully fledged, after all, but require development. And the people who are most skilled at whatever they choose to do (not just writing, but art, sports, etc.) got that way by working through not knowing what to do, not being able to do it well, and, sometimes, just generally sucking. So if your writing is great to start with (or if you think it's great to start with), where is there to go? What is there to learn? You may find, if this is the case, that you aren't really challenging yourself, that you aren't really growing as a thinker and writer, and that your work will suffer as a result.

So dare to suck. Dare to write what you really think--even if it's confusing. Dare to write badly and chaotically. The beginning is for getting ideas out of your head and down on paper in some form. It isn't for great writing. That comes later.

Dare to Suck

Fashion and photography have worked the same way for me. I try things and they may not work. I take note and try something different next time. I have lots of old outfit pictures that I'm not terribly proud of but that are a necessary part of my fashion development. I look back at the early pictures I took and posted on flickr, even the early stages of my Project 365, which was just over a year ago, and I see how much I have grown as a photographer. A big part of that growth is wrapped up in not just doing what I'm already comfortable with but trying new things at which I might suck.

I am, therefore, a huge proponent of daring to suck. It can be scary to try something that might not work, but there's really no other way to learn.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Winspear Opening

Cory and I went downtown a couple of weeks ago to check out the new Winspear Opera House and to see, as part of the opening celebration, a free (!) performance of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony by the Dallas Symphony Orchestra, conducted by Jaap van Zweden. It was a great performance, van Zweden is really fun to watch direct, and the new opera house looks pretty darn cool. Plus, it was free!

I took a couple of rolls of film on my Holga over the course of the day.

DiagonalWinspear LightsCoryStatue & SkyscrapersI posted a few more on my flickr page but these are my favorites.