No, not that kind of virgin!
But I figured my virgin photo blog should be bad but not bad enough to prematurely put you off for life, make it hurt when you pee, or bum bleed... depending on gender... cross... or whatever! This could well do it.
These are from a roll I shot late last year (oh so long ago!). Tri-X pushed three stops through the MP and souped in Xtol.
You know those days you have when you're certain you made the shot only to realise a short time later that some bastard had bumped your f-stop, very likely fucking the exposure, then later, some other silly bastard had removed the base plate before you'd rewound the film...
It's always amused me how whenever you may be in a cabin, hotel room, dunny or wherever, with the door open, passers by will always look in. When's the last time you passed an open doorway without peering in?!
This bloke came back for a second pass and still looked in - even tho' he knew I was sitting there with a camera laughing my arse off...
Up on the smoking deck, just outside the bar, the ships designers keep us amused with their signs to 'save every idiot'...
I mean... no entry, no exit, who gives a fuck! You walk through that gate and any goose can see it's eight stories down into the freezing cold waters of Bass Strait. Do they really think we get that silly when we're drunk?! It's a fuckin' long way to drift to New Zealand, Argentina or South Africa, depending on your luck.
Back home and it was Sunday Mornin' Comin' Down after an all night jam with the legendary bluesman Bar-king Nick Parker. I like this shot. Does that make me weird?
Out of the 36 frames on the roll there was only one that came out relatively unscathed and I think it sums up the 'atmosphere' of the night/morning quite aptly...
I dig the surprises film gives!
In Other News...
My relatives decided to enter me in a recent large photo exhibition/competition. Of course this coincided with my printer blowing up and the local lab totally screwing me for prints I wouldn't wipe my arse with! Needless to say, the so-called pro lab has got the boot and I ended up giving two very second rate prints of my own for entry.
I didn't attend the exhibition shit, on account of the amount of hours in a day thing, but my young bloke came back from there with his Grandfather proudly proclaiming I had received a "Highly Condemned" award! Apparently, after translation, it turned out to be one of about 12 out of 745 that got a "Highly Commended" and an invite to an invite only exhibition, or something, of which I'll probably never receive. Still, the swollen head makes up for it! ;)
...until next time
Cheers.... Pete.
