I did my first panorama today. Park Slope, Brooklyn. (click for larger).
Posts for Sunday, 11 May 2008
Also purchased an old magnifying glass.
Ps: I know the panorama below looks simple but that shit was like 10 photos and took over an hour to piece together. Hopefully I’ll get better and faster at it with practice.
July, 1983
(Runs with Scissors, flickr)
I hate the South Beach diet.
I am fucking starving. I can eat like 5 eggs and 2 steaks and 2 salads and still somehow be hungry again in 2 hours on this stupid diet. I may or may not have lost 5-10 pounds (feels like I have because my pants are now huge on me but I don’t own a scale, so fuck if I know anything for sure). What I do know is that I am about to crack, big time. And I’m pretty sure than when I do I am going to eat 25 baguettes, a pint of ice cream, and a box of cookies.
Just sayin.
I've discovered the most fantastic thing
On flickr there are people who have posted entire amazing gorgeous pools of old family photos (The Secret Lives of Our Parents is my favorite so far). But most notably, this person has posted a set of his mother’s old photos from the 40s and 50s, each with it’s own fascinating story (as told by her) containing every intricate detail to accompany the photo.
My favorite photo by far, taken by his father in 1949 (tumblr users, this family photo is SO worth clicking through to see):
And my favorite excerpt from the whole book-worthy bunch, which is from another photo:
“In the hotel room on our wedding night Jerry suggested I bathe first. Avoiding his eyes, I took a few things from a small suitcase into the bathroom: nightgown, toothbrush, and little round plastic box from Dotty’s doctor.
What a long day; it felt like it had been two or three. The shower was refreshing and good. I donned the nightgown Dotty gave me at a wedding shower. The delicate tea-rose rayon fell to the floor, skimming the body lightly, bias cut following all of the curves and hollows, wide lace panels defining upper areas. It was chaste but alluring I decided, viewing a mirrored image. Then panic struck.
How would I get from bathroom to bed?
I fidgeted there in the bathroom, trying to figure this out. I wasn’t used to parading around in front of men in a nightgown. Suddenly in great relief I noticed my blue satin raincoat hung on the inside of the bathroom door, and put it on over my nightgown. I crept out to the bed shyly and quickly slipped under the sheets, raincoat and all. Jerry smiled slightly and went into the bathroom himself.
The first big hurdle in married life had been met and resolved. I shed the raincoat while Jerry showered; soon he joined me under the sheets. Appropriate events ensued.”
Joey Harrison’s adorable mom, 1952.
In other news, I am purchasing saddle shoes as soon as humanly possible.
Apparently in the 40s and 50s there were “street photographers” who would randomly take your photo on the street and give you a ticket telling you where you could go pick up your photo at a later date if you wanted to see it.
Very interesting. Some guy was kind-of doing that at the Irregular Choice holiday party (and obviously it was a website and not a physical storefront), but other than that, I don’t really see that sort of thing being done anymore. It would be an interesting thing to walk down a busy street and do.
I am developing quite the habit of stealing discarded cowboy boots from stoops. The last pair I took didn’t work out so well, but I found these on my own stoop tonight (???) and they happened to be my size (???!!!).
Yes, it’s a little strange. I think I am meant to have these boots (this time for reals).
