Several Lomo photographs

The best thing about the Lomo camera, in my opinion, is not the glorious semi-accidental pictures it takes. It's the way I mislay the rolls of film and then find them months later with no idea what's on them, and get them developed, and wind up looking at forgotten slices of the past. The first photos were all taken about a year ago, when it was as snowy here in the Midwest as it now.

 

 

 

 

This is from the Summer, I think. A double or triple exposure of the kind I love (made in the camera, no  photoshop). Dogs.

And a small self-portrait from September, backstage at a New York fashion house... 

Right now I'm at home in the Midwest, spending quality time with my daughters and my dogs. 

Cabal's back legs are getting wobblier and wobblier, which is harder on my heart than it is on him. Lola's trying to figure out how I can figure out where she is all the time when she runs off and hides, a white dog against the snow in the moonlight, and I have not explained the significance to her of the glowing red collar flashing about her neck.

I'm also learning all the lyrics to the Fireball XL5 theme song, which I am going to be singing very nervously in New York at Amanda's New Years Eve Party, as a thank you to the late Gerry Anderson, a man who had a lot to do with the shape of my childhood. (For the record: My favourites were Thunderbird 4 and Gordon Tracy, Captain Black, Melody Angel, Joe 90 when he had an enemy agent downloaded into his head, and the ladies on the moon in purple wigs.)

Talking about purple: Amanda is going to be doing a more or less normal New Year's Eve gig, followed by a complete cover of Prince's Purple Rain. I am hoping that if this is a success that next year she may decide to do The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars.

Labels: dog photograph, Gerry Anderson, Purple Rain, seven photographs