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...

Thursday, 23 February 2012

You Make Me Feel Like The One

I had a brief hiatus from jumping for the rest of January and most of February - I was in the midst of exams and the destruction of a dear friendship so as you can understand, it took some time away from jumping frivolities.

My next big road trip coming up was to Milan. I had organised with a friend to go and see the Stereophonics on their European tour at Alcatraz in Milan, and we thought we might as well have the day sightseeing in Milan.

Milan was grey and wet and to be honest, a bit horrible. The buildings looked more fascist in poor light and everything seemed a little sinister. We walked for miles around the city, trying to find some gems to take pictures of and some nice places to stop and rest our weary feet.

By the time we reached the main piazza, the rain was light, but persistent and it was cold. The Duomo looked yellow against the grey clouds, and I confess the first thing I thought when I saw it was, 'Ouch! When someone threw a pot replica of that at Silvio Berlusconi, no wonder it did some damage.' That may not have been the effect the architect was going for...

Anyway I jumped. Why not.
I Don't Know Where We Are Going Now...
Milan, Italy, 2010

Both the picture and the post take their titles from Dakota by the Stereophonics. We got hopelessly lost in Milan (hence the title) but it all came good in the end because the gig was incredible. It was beyond belief in so many ways. Even with the rain, the fascism and the cold seeping into my bones, it's still one of my favourite EVER days in Italy. Punto e basta.
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Location: Milan, Italy

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