…...hanging decorations, enjoying harira in the soup bar, faire du lèche-vitrine. I am ready.
I think this poor Santa is a little too thin, no wonder he looks so lonely.
Someone give him a mince pie.
yashica tl electro/fomapan 100
(such a long time ago - sigh)
art gallery, concept store, restaurant and all round very cool place. The sweet little tables for the smaller customers, the original art, the quirky handmade objects, the beautiful blue-eyed cat, l'ambiance chaleureuse.
Nougat, vin chaud, twinkles and trinkets galore. You know how everyone needs something to fall back on….well despite all my camera mishaps and bad fortunes, I can always rely on my Olympus OM10 to come up with the goods, like Mr Dependable. Trouble is I like them old, cranky and quirky. And talking of which, my husband is being very secretive about a parcel that arrived this morning, but I've caught him firing knowing winks behind my back at the others.
These come from the first roll of film from my Pentax Spotmatic ♥ and were part of my show.
But I am sure someone, somewhere is sticking little pins in a doll of me holding a camera. Forgive my whining paranoia, but what with films not developing properly, cameras dying unexpectedly, and now this. 'This' being a problem with the Spottie's shutter curtain and half the photos had black areas on them, apparently a costly repair.
The show is finally up, I was waxing and buffing my pieces right up to the last minute, stressing about which photographs to hang etc etc. Yesterday the snow finally showed up in time for opening night. Despite the dodgy roads we had a good turnout and a pretty successful evening, but being complete idiot I am, I left my camera on the table at home so no shots to share of the vin chaud, tangerine mountain or the impromptu puppet show.
These here are some of the 'Wounds' series of sculptures I am exhibitng; made from burnt plaster, papers, ribbons and some have copper wire stitches.