I focused at interesting places and shapes in London that most of Londoners walk by without even noticing. To emphasize this I placed an anonymous, iconic person in them, trying to make them more noticeable. I.e Nonchalance vs Chalance.
Upon presenting my work I got the following feedback:
"I like it"
"I like it too"
and then Vince came and helped me loads:
"I think the mask should be black"
Thanks, I'm definitely going to be a much better photographer now. I would really love to have someone be completely honest with me. Rip them apart...
Apparently it's not really about the aesthetics. It's the idea. And it's not enough to have an idea for something aesthetic, the idea has to be based on something like: "The flowers represent how my mother got ill and died" or some other long-shot symbol of a deep feeling, and then if the actual pictures are shit, it doesn't really matter that much.
In other news, I went to ASDA today, and I realized that the shelves with laundry washers smell more like candy than the actual candy shelves. So much for helping the blind guys. Anyways I went to pick up a package of flour. Obviously I grabbed the ASDA smart price thingy, 68p or something. A guy stopped me just as I grabbed for it, to ask me whether that flour was any good.
For one:
Do I LOOK like a guy that would know the differences between brand-name flour and ASDA smart price flour? (I really don't think I do. I look far too cool and stuff)
Secondly:
Is there REALLY any difference? (Again, I can't possibly imagine that)
The guy was in his mid forties I'd say, and to be fair, I'd suggest that the probability that his flour-experience by far outranged mine is rather large. Anyways, I mumbled something about not really minding and went away.
I haven't been able to write much the last couple of days, which is good seeing as that means that I actually have things to do. Tomorrow I'm gonna try to start my essay once more...
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