28. september 2010

Prosjektbeskrivelse: The Great Beyond

The Great Beyond – A tribute to R.E.M.

From their first concert at Kate’s birthday party at a converted church in the college town of Athens, GA. in the late ’70s, R.E.M. have climbed from being a indie-rock rarity to the throne of Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. Along the way their 173 songs have left their marks on the minds of people.

My pursuit of America has become a pursuit of understanding. Photography is breaking a large picture into smaller, comprehendible pieces in order to clarify and explore. When I tried to understand America the cake became too large to cut. America is one of those things you know a lot about, but really can’t imagine. It is half a world away, and is too unknown to break down to small pieces if you haven’t been there.

I had to go there. To understand.

One day, while doing the dishes, I managed to break America up into exactly 173 pieces.

I suddenly imagined one photo for each song R.E.M. has made and recorded for their 14 albums and one EP. 15 chapters over 173 pages.

Suddenly America was near, it was comprehendible, something I could get my hands on and manageable. America was suddenly in the tracks of my vinyls, in the sound I heard over the speakers. This I can do.

26. september 2010

Content-Aware Fill





Photoshop har en tendens til å gi folk frysninger når de annonserer en ny CS-versjon, og funksjonen Content-Aware Fill til CS5 skapte mye oppmerksomhet for sin "magi".

Det er et nyttig verktøy, og selv om jeg ikke synes det er så "magisk" som videoene fra Adobe antydet, så sparer det meg mye cloning når jeg skal rydde opp i et bilde.

Ta dette bildet fra konsert med Tristiania på Folken i går:


Her er mikrofonstativene et forstyrrende element i en ellers veldig grafisk ren komposisjon.





Dette er samme bildet, etter 5-minutters jobb i CS5. Meste av tiden har gått med til å bruke Lasso-Select for å velge ut området som skal behandles så Content-Aware Fill kunne gjøre resten. Eneste korreksjonen jeg gjorde etterpå med Clone-tool var på en ledning som ble hakket opp, og høyre armen fikk en liten "svulst" som måtte bort.

20. september 2010

Train Song



It’s so many miles and so long since I’ve met you
Don’t even know what I’ll find when I get to you
But suddenly now, I know where I belong
It’s many hundred miles but it won’t be long

- Vashti Bunyan "Train Song"



15. september 2010

Nytt design

Woha, bloggen min har fått en liten ansiktsløftning. Viktigste er kanskje fargebyttet, ny header og filmspor på bakgrunnen. Har også endret fontene på grafikken til Garamond, min nye favorittfont!

13. september 2010

Imaginary Purity




Fritt etter XKCD

This Holga got me pregnant

Jeg lar noen andre skrive innlegget denne gangen. Dette er produktbeskrivelsen i en random eBay-annonse


I moved to Melbourne in 2005 when I finished high school - I'd never had much of an inclination to take photos like most teenages do. For some reason, moving to a new city where I knew no-one and I had to be my own institutional memory, suddenly made having a camera make sense. If I didn't have anybody else to share significant moments with, then maybe I'd stamp the moment on a piece of light-sensitive paper to later laugh or cry over with my future self.

So anyway, I had read about these Holga camera's by some company called Lomography (something about remaking a 1970's plastic Japanese model of an old war-time Soviet camera.. I can't remember, apparently I didn't ascribe much brain real estate to this particular story), that supposedly harnessed the power of 'plastic piece of crap' to produce really great vintage looking photos. 'Insta-age', if you will.

I found out a store on Brunswick Street was selling them, so off I went with the asking price of $120 and a pocketful of dreams.

I found the camera - I also found the store attendant.

Over muchos blushing and the light touching of skin on skin as the camera exchanged hands - 'Store Attendant' (no names shall be mentioned) asked me out on a date.

On first date we went to dinner at Pellegrini's and laughed at the old italian men behind the cover of our spagetti. On second date, we watched the sunset from the steps of the Memorial and toasted the night with a $7 bottle of wine. For the third date he surprised me with a first edition copy of my favourite book, 'Love in the Time of Cholera' by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. So then, in the course of things, without ever really making a decision one way or another, fate would have it that we fell in love, shared our lives and eventually a home - two more creatures, dizzy with love.

Three weeks ago I found out both that I'm pregnant, and that he's been sleeping with our neighbour - so I'm selling everything the fucker ever touched so I can buy a one way ticket out of this hellhole.

Love doesn't exist.


Jeg lurer på om det ble noen gode bilder utav dette...

4. september 2010