Allow me to set the scene,
It is a Monday night. Earlier today I sat through an Art crit where I realised I'd not done nearly enough work. Sat at my dining room table, attempting to work, listening to my dad's mp3 player (I drowned mine last week.) Suddenly - on comes Kate Bush's most wondrous Wuthering Heights.
My first experience of Wuthering Heights was aged 10 years old, watching the then popular Stars In Their Eyes Kids, where I watched a little kid attempt to knock this song out of the ballpark - as I too would aim to do, many years later, following many glasses of wine, on many occasions.
About 6 years later I used Bush's lyrics within an English Literature essay, having forgotten any critical quotes regarding the Bronte classic, on which my exam was about. I still got a B.
At the table I begin to wonder - was there a Wuthering Heights musical? ... No, I decide there wasn't. Well - was there a Kate Bush musical? ... I haven't heard of one.
It was about 5 minutes ago I, Kat Buchanan, concluded that should every other life ambition of mine fail, I will be a one woman Wuthering Heights musical, which will be running for 7 nights a week on London's West End, then New York's Broadway, until I die.
And you're all invited!
Disclaimer: I will be the screeching lady on the street corner being manhandled by police whilst screaming into the night - "It's me, KATTY!"
If you're having a hard time picturing it, I give you Noel Fielding, making less of an embarrassment of himself than I plan to:
Monday, March 12, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
A post that isn't even about me
Dear blog,
Believe it or not I've had so many ideas of what to write lately. At least one idea a day. And not even just ranty horrible blogs - some genuinely interesting, fun to read sorts. I don't know how I've not got round to it.
Tonight I'm not really writing about my life, but the lives of everyone else who's in my life.
This month, or even more specifically, this week, a lot of big things are happening to the important people in my life.
One of my best friends has been head-hunted by the NHS to be working in London, alongside doing her degree at Oxford University. She starts her new job tomorrow and will spend a few days in training up north. Words cannot describe how ridiculously proud I am of her, yet moreover I am in complete awe of how she plans to manage her time. I find time management impossible lately, today, for example, has slipped through my fingers completely and been a non-day.
Another friend had a big promotion.
On Saturday my brother is having a leaving party before he moves to Italy to continue a path that seems like it was made for him. It won't be too weird living in different countries - both my brother and sister did foreign language degrees and spent a year each abroad - but I'll miss having him around the corner in London... even if I haven't told him that directly.
Someone who is really special to me is moving at the weekend too, but fortunately less far afield.
Basically, everyone in my life is doing ridiculously impressive stuff this week.
What am I doing this week?
Tomorrow morning I'm collecting the bag I drunkenly left on the Oxford Tube on Saturday morning. On Tuesday I'm developing a black and white film. At some point I will find out how my first University interview went, but it went pretty badly and my hopes are low.
I find it so ridiculously depressing that it's almost more appropriate to laugh than cry.
Jealous and proud, in equal measures, of everybody right now. The people I love are embarking on really exciting adventures, so of course I'm happy for them. But I can't help feeling really unimpressive in comparison.
But come on, it's not all bad - I've had this idea for a weekly blog entry evaluating full English breakfasts. What could be more awe-inspiring?
(Please kill me.)
Believe it or not I've had so many ideas of what to write lately. At least one idea a day. And not even just ranty horrible blogs - some genuinely interesting, fun to read sorts. I don't know how I've not got round to it.
Tonight I'm not really writing about my life, but the lives of everyone else who's in my life.
This month, or even more specifically, this week, a lot of big things are happening to the important people in my life.
One of my best friends has been head-hunted by the NHS to be working in London, alongside doing her degree at Oxford University. She starts her new job tomorrow and will spend a few days in training up north. Words cannot describe how ridiculously proud I am of her, yet moreover I am in complete awe of how she plans to manage her time. I find time management impossible lately, today, for example, has slipped through my fingers completely and been a non-day.
Another friend had a big promotion.
On Saturday my brother is having a leaving party before he moves to Italy to continue a path that seems like it was made for him. It won't be too weird living in different countries - both my brother and sister did foreign language degrees and spent a year each abroad - but I'll miss having him around the corner in London... even if I haven't told him that directly.
Someone who is really special to me is moving at the weekend too, but fortunately less far afield.
Basically, everyone in my life is doing ridiculously impressive stuff this week.
What am I doing this week?
Tomorrow morning I'm collecting the bag I drunkenly left on the Oxford Tube on Saturday morning. On Tuesday I'm developing a black and white film. At some point I will find out how my first University interview went, but it went pretty badly and my hopes are low.
I find it so ridiculously depressing that it's almost more appropriate to laugh than cry.
Jealous and proud, in equal measures, of everybody right now. The people I love are embarking on really exciting adventures, so of course I'm happy for them. But I can't help feeling really unimpressive in comparison.
But come on, it's not all bad - I've had this idea for a weekly blog entry evaluating full English breakfasts. What could be more awe-inspiring?
(Please kill me.)
Friday, March 02, 2012
A post that isn't "fucking morbid" for once
If you have read this blog before you may have noticed that I take photos...
Between Summers 2010 and 2011 I did a lot of film photography. Until the last few weeks, the last roll of film I developed was a multiple-exposure experiment -
(A poor man's photography effect, but sometimes charming nevertheless.)
In my last art project the digital photography was intensive. I have a love/hate relationship with digital cameras - they're accessible and portable and quick, and you could argue that they work out cheaper than film cameras. But I also think that they're soulless, void of personality, and require no photographic skill from the 'photographer' whatsoever. (It's partly this hate of digital photography that put me off applying to do a degree in photography.)
During a fun day of exploration around Oxford with a friend in January, I had a fling with a disposable camera. Or two.
For my most recent art project, I've decided I'll be doing a lot more film photography and work within a darkroom. That'll include photograms like this - which remind me of X-rays, aesthetically and scientifically -
Last weekend I wacked my Minolta SLR out, and seeing the prints today has thrown me back in love with film, the way I was a year ago. The results were shots I'd taken between September 2011 and this week. The colour and focus that I get from this camera is a million times more beautiful than some shitty point and shoot and focus digital jobbie. The world looks a lot nicer through my Minolta prints.
Obviously, the other beautiful thing about film is the value: unlike digital, where you can take 1000 photos of the same thing and choose the best, there is a cost to every shot you take on a film camera. People tend to get attached to film photographs for their less 'mass producible' nature.
I can tell that this love affair has been seriously re-sparked.
Films I have to use up -
Half a disposable camera
Half on the Minolta
Either 22 left or 22 so far on a Canon F1.8 50mm which I've only tested once and I accidentally snapped and exposed the film (results ended bluish like this) -
My current project requires walks in rural and urban environments with these cameras, so if you feel like joining in (you won't be snapped unless I decide you're worth the £! Joy of film) then give me a shout. A walking buddy is always fun.
I'm hoping to get back to some sort of consistent blogging soon.
This blog is dedicated to a special person who gave me this valuable advice -
So that's a wrap folks.
Don't we love it more when I'm being cynical, though?
Between Summers 2010 and 2011 I did a lot of film photography. Until the last few weeks, the last roll of film I developed was a multiple-exposure experiment -
(A poor man's photography effect, but sometimes charming nevertheless.)
In my last art project the digital photography was intensive. I have a love/hate relationship with digital cameras - they're accessible and portable and quick, and you could argue that they work out cheaper than film cameras. But I also think that they're soulless, void of personality, and require no photographic skill from the 'photographer' whatsoever. (It's partly this hate of digital photography that put me off applying to do a degree in photography.)
During a fun day of exploration around Oxford with a friend in January, I had a fling with a disposable camera. Or two.
For my most recent art project, I've decided I'll be doing a lot more film photography and work within a darkroom. That'll include photograms like this - which remind me of X-rays, aesthetically and scientifically -
Last weekend I wacked my Minolta SLR out, and seeing the prints today has thrown me back in love with film, the way I was a year ago. The results were shots I'd taken between September 2011 and this week. The colour and focus that I get from this camera is a million times more beautiful than some shitty point and shoot and focus digital jobbie. The world looks a lot nicer through my Minolta prints.
Obviously, the other beautiful thing about film is the value: unlike digital, where you can take 1000 photos of the same thing and choose the best, there is a cost to every shot you take on a film camera. People tend to get attached to film photographs for their less 'mass producible' nature.
I can tell that this love affair has been seriously re-sparked.
Films I have to use up -
Half a disposable camera
Half on the Minolta
Either 22 left or 22 so far on a Canon F1.8 50mm which I've only tested once and I accidentally snapped and exposed the film (results ended bluish like this) -
My current project requires walks in rural and urban environments with these cameras, so if you feel like joining in (you won't be snapped unless I decide you're worth the £! Joy of film) then give me a shout. A walking buddy is always fun.
I'm hoping to get back to some sort of consistent blogging soon.
This blog is dedicated to a special person who gave me this valuable advice -
So that's a wrap folks.
Don't we love it more when I'm being cynical, though?
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