Esther Perel talks about desire in relationships. She makes some great points.
Video link here
"2013 for me is about complete change across the board, so I took some time out to plan my next move. I also wanted some time to wind down and recharge my batteries. I've done that now, so I'm back."
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how I collect my visual inspiration from across the web. I’ve been looking for a one-stop shop where I can save images, music, art and videos that peak my interest. Pinterest is looking like ‘the one’. I’ve been using Pinterest for a while now, but have decided to forgo all other tools and use it exclusively as my visual pinboard. For non-visual content, I still use Instapaper until I decide if I want to keep it or not. … Continue Reading
The Team GB parade route passed by our office on the Strand. Naturally, we all downed tools and took to the streets to celebrate.
“Don’t wait. Do it now.” is the best advice I ever gave myself.
People don’t really listen to gut instinct anymore. We tune it out, wanting concrete proof before we make a move. The thing that I came to realise is that intuition is actually on your side. It’s routing for you. It secretly whispers the answers that you are trying so hard to find. Why wouldn’t you listen to it. We listen to others like our lives depend on it, yet we pay no attention to the inbuilt life assistant we were all born with. There are those who hear their intuition loud and clear, but doubt it. We ask “Supposing it’s wrong?” when our first … Continue Reading
You may remember this track from the movie ‘Shutter Island’.
It haunts me.
Today is the anniversary of the day my dad passed away.
I’ve spent the day angry and on the verge of tears. I miss him.
When I was 8, learning to swim, my dad threw me in the deep end of the pool and watched me thrash about as I tried not to drown.
Some may think that it is a terrible thing to do to a child, but my dad always believed that out of all his kids, I was the one who could do anything if I put my mind to it – even swim when I didn’t know how.
He’s the only one who ever had that kind of faith in me.
In my efforts to become more creative in my photography, I’m dipping into my archive of ‘abandoned images’ and reprocessing them in the hopes of reinventing them as art.
It’s actually a really enjoyable process looking through images I had given up on long ago and breathing new life into them.
This was originally a photo taken of a mask in the British Museum. It was under a hard florescent light, and was taken as a wide shot resulting in a lot going on in the background.
I took the picture and then rather embarrassingly realized I was in the gift shop, not in the museum itself … ha ha.
Plaster replica aside, I’m please with the result.
I was going to delete the original image as it was badly shot against the light, but had a sudden flash of inspiration. I cropped it, added some filters and artificial lights for effect.
All done on the iPad.
This photo is from a trip I took a few years ago to a small Swedish town called Jukkasjarvi. Population is less than 600 people.
This is my first piece of ‘art’. It’s a photo-painting hybrid I made on my iPad.
I focused on the face, not wanting to show pain or fear, but that equilibrium that exists beyond it.
I also wanted to get the overall effect of being ‘consumed’ by the sun.
He is falling backwards, looking straight into the sun as he descends, bathed in all it’s golden glory.
More on Icarus’ tragic tale here.
"I've been in Ghana since early December. Having been back now for about 2 weeks, it's taken me this long to get back to 'normal' life. The dreamy mist of 5 weeks in the sun hasn't quite lifted yet, but all that is familiar is beginning to slot back into place."
Still one of my favourite adverts EVER. To me, this is not an Ad … It’s art. I wish all advertising was this emotive.
Directed by Jonathan Glazer in 1999, the advert won numerous awards at the time.
The pounding soundtrack is called ‘Phat Planet’ by Leftfield. You can find out more about the ad here
They don’t make them like this anymore.
This is one of my favourite paintings by Alexandre-Georges-Henri Regnault entitled “Automedon with the Horses of Achilles”.
The horses, although foaming at the mouth, are not wild, they are grieving. Both immortal, the horses Xanthos and Balious were given to Achilles’ parents as a gift from Poseidon and pulled the young hero’s chariot during the Trojan war. When Achilles was mortally wounded, the horses were inconsolable, and it is Automedon, Achillies’ charioteer, who tries to console them.
Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.
— Mark Z. Danielewski (House of Leaves)