What do people do on Sunday afternoons? Exactly. Make origami cranes and hang them up on the ceiling and then take pictures with them! Duh. ;)
I don’t know what it is with me and origami. I just get so fascinated by it. Back in the day when I was still young and innocent and working on my first 365 project, I already had a strange love affair with origami birds. I guess it is just one of those things you can’t explain.
Anyhow, after making some digital self portraits with the cranes, I also made a polaroid self portrait. And while doing that, I also made a behind the scenes video! It’s like I’m three people in one! ;) So here’s a little insight into what goes on in my living room when I get a creative rush.
And here is the scanned polaroid. :)
It is true: shooting digital is faster, easier, safer and gives you a whole lot of frames to choose from. There are times when I feel my film camera is just weighing me down, and as it is also heavy and slow, it has been getting left behind quite a bit lately. But honestly, when I think about it: I just can’t get over film. I just love the emotion of it. And while I love my 6×7 camera (Mamiya RZ67), maybe the square has had me from the start. So here is one from the archives, with model Renée Van Osta and makeup artist Kathleen Van Walle.
I had been thinking about creating some custom postcards for a while, so after quietly pondering it for several months, I decided to finally give it a go! What do you think? Would you be happy if you were to receive one of these? :)
Three years ago today, I lost my fiancé Christophe to cancer. Just three years. Three already. The idea is absurd. This time feels like an eternity to me, as well as a blink of an eye. This all happened yesterday. But I’ve been missing him now, for so long. I cannot comprehend this time, and I cannot explain it. I cannot tell you how my heart feels today or how my stomach still turns at the thought of what he had to go through. And I cannot imagine how I’ll feel a year from now, or five, or ten. But by now I know one thing: time cannot heal all wounds. Sometimes we just get strong enough to carry them around. Even though there are times when we feel weak and broken, undeserving and scared, if you are reading this, you are still here. We are here. We are here. And I for one, am keeping all the memories.