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...

Wednesday, 15 February 2012

Boiled Meat

You may have read about my ill-fated evening at the rice festival. It was so bad, that it couldn't be anything other than hilarious, and certainly a favourite story of mine when conversation ebbs at dinner parties. I called the last post 'a very Italian obsession' because that is what the Italian attitude to food is.

A rice festival is understandable when you consider that the region produced rice and other natural produce - what better way to showcase it, but a few months later, my next jumping opportunity came at another food festival, when my housemate asked me if me and my friends wanted to go out with her and her friends.

Great! We'd all been out together once before and it was a laugh, so i had no reason to think that this time would be any different. So where was it that we ended up? What fun had my housemate planned?

A boiled meat festival.

I'm going to write it again so that you can be sure that's what I said.

A boiled meat festival.

We got our food and sat down together at the long canteen-style tables. We even had birthday cake for one of the girls. After that we got to chatting. It turns out I had a fan. One of my housemate's friends was an admirer of my jumping photos - first showcased on Facebook - and wanted to jump with me.

I'd never had an admirer before - well not of my work. I gladly obliged. The ironic thing was that the photographer (my housemate) cut his head off. I hate it when that happens...

Jump if you love boiled meat!
Isola della Scala, Italy, 2009
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Location: Isola della Scala Province of Verona, Italy

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