Every picture is a memory. Every time we press the shutter on the camera we are freezing a moment of history so we can preserve it forever. It sounds monumentous doesn't it, but it's not: Facebook will certainly tell you otherwise. I log on each day to see the myriad of photos that my so-called 'friends' vomit onto my homepage. Not only do people upload a sequence of the same picture - I have two of them so why not use them - but the other people in the picture will also post their versions of it. The result? Monster albums clogging up the internet providing the CIA with plenty of material should anyone need blackmailing in the future...


It is an age-old question, though. How do we make our holiday photos interesting to the general public? How do we step away from the necessity to have 'been there' to really appreciate someone else's pictures? And, while we're at it, how can we remove this insane fashion for de-tagging and portraying this hideously false image on Facebook? There is no hard and fast solution - no tried and tested method to solve this, but I think I may have hit upon a compromise.


May I invite you to read on...

Tuesday, 21 February 2012

Back Home

After my epic jumping spree in Venice, I was psyched for as much jumping as possible. This coincided with my trip home from Italy for Christmas. The way it went was that the cheapest flight I could get home was not to Manchester, but to Edinburgh. As I was so close to my old university haunts in St Andrews, I decided that I'd go and have a few days with my friends over there to see how they were getting on without me.

I arrived in the midst of essay deadlines and I was a bit of a loose part for about a day. Still no bother. I found a way to amuse myself - coastal walks, coffee shops, and as time wore on some of the girls living with my old housemates left, and me and my old housemate had the place to ourselves. We decided to have a Christmas dinner and watch the latest series of Spooks on BBC iPlayer.

Inspired by Spooks we decided to take a whole host of entertaining spy pictures. We continued in this vein into the kitchen when I made some coffee in the new Moka that I'd bought for my friend for Christmas. Whilst I was standing at the hob controlling proceedings, I noticed some herbs and spices.

The way that they organised meals in the house was that one person cooked each night and would use communal money for it. In my opinion this doesn't work, principally because it's the most expensive way of doing things. Instead of working out what each person will cook that week and buying accordingly, or even using someone else's leftovers, they each bought things for each meal so there were hundreds of packs of peas in the freezer and several peppers gradually turning into a liquid state in the bottom of the fridge. Nice.

Anyway, another of the things they would buy for each meal was herbs and spices.
'This meal needs cumin. I'll buy some cumin.'
It seems that many of them had that idea at certain points over the course of the semester.

One bottle out of the bunch happened to catch me eye. Italian Seasoning. I picked it up - that's me alright! Maintaining the theme of the evening of taking a lot of pictures in wild and wonderful poses, I decided I was going to jump - with the Italian Seasoning.

Tu vuo fa l'italiano
St Andrews, Scotland, 2009
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Location: St Andrews, Fife, UK

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