|Nothing says glamour like an office shot|
As part of that, I will be planning to move my blog and will update with more details of that in due course. I’m determined to figure out taking proper photographs.
In the meantime, I’m beavering away on my knitwear design course, and have been using manhole covers – not very original I know – as a source of inspiration for my first module homework. If you’ve never looked at them much before, there is a plethora of different types of doorway into the world under the pavements and each company seems to have made an art form of them. From paving stones, utility company covers and manhole covers, someone somewhere wanted to make these mundane bits of the world beautiful and I found that very inspiring. No, I don't think I'm unique or original in thinking that; if anything I should be ashamed that it has taken me this long to think it. It's probably scuttled across my mind before, but taking the photographs has made me ponder on it properly. Here are a selection.
|Fleet Street maholes|
|To quote Tom Hanks in Turner & Hooch "this is not my shoe" - someone scampered past quick as a flash while I was taking the picture (they looked perplexed about why I was taking the picture too)|
|Crossing bobbles - utilitarian and oddly lovely (sore on the feet though)|
|Commemorative and functional and older than me, hooray - not that I'm anxious about my birthday just gone and advancing years|
|Water - simple grid but striking|
|The South Bank - I loved the way the straight line pavement markers ran up to meet the grid of the cover|
|Clifford's Inn - a window to the basement|
|Old Inns of Court door|
|Is it the same Hope Foundry Co - formed in the 19th century and still adorning our streets|
|Cobblestone fans outside St Pauls Cathedral|
|The view from my bicycle|
This weekend I suspect I shall be dragged back out on the mean streets of SE London. I say dragged; it's great fun being out on the bicycle although people openly laugh at me with my SS tank commander cycle hat (albeit in Cranberry) and on the Pashley while Husband rides a perfectly sensible and modern bicycle. Mine weighs 3.5 stone or thereabouts, I can barely get the thing up and down the pavements without help and my pathetically low athleticism means that I spend quite a bit of time huffing and puffing up the hills while Husband bounds up, back down to meet me, up again, back down. You get the idea. Much like when we run together - he probably covers twice the distance as I bouncy walk along behind him. I'm not built for running - I've got a runners lean upper body, and the classic legs of the English pear. I feel sad for me too. It presents several challenges with dress making, and more of that in June too ...
I'm trying to work out a bit of image styling for a brand new, pimped out, vamped up blog and loved the colours of this Koigu merino. An introduction to photograph course starts soon at the City Lit and I am signed up - couldn't come soon enough as I've got to stop being frightened of the technological future, especially as the future I'm fearing is already the past and I'm on the verge of being obsolete.
|Bought from The Village Haberdashery, rubbish photograph by me|
Finally, I saw Kaffe Fassett at SOAS on Monday evening and this image (excuse the stair rail in the foreground - I was trying to snap quickly while Brandon Mably flew through the slides) really struck a chord. I love the colours and vibrancy and it got my already quite motivated self even more motivated to get working harder on the knit/stitch/sewn design side.
|Kaffe Fassett - photograph of slides at SOAS presentation 20 May 2013|