October 27, 2009


On a happier note, I heard a rumour a while ago that Polaroids are coming back. I didn’t think much about it until I found a Polaroid camera for $3.00. I had to look into it and low and behold, posted six hours ago:


It’s back. And even though it will be very hip and available at Urban Outfitters, it will still be fun.



“Leaving” is such a popular trend these days. It’s puzzling. Why is there so much dissatisfaction? Specifically amongst the twenty-somethings. Many of my friends attended some form of post-secondary schooling and it seems that instead of helping them (us) “find a path” it has only taught people how to “critically assess” everything. Why are there so many Canadians teaching English in Korea? Is this necessary? Is there really a better life to be found whilst backpacking India for a year? Do you come back with answers?  Why do I know so many people bumming around Australia? What’s the deal?

While there are no black and white answers, reasons like: Canadian winters! or the travel bug! or do it now before we have real responsibilities! are big ones. The idea of frolicking off for an undetermined amount of time is very romantic and I’ve considered signing up but then I reminded myself that nothing would get solved that way; I’d be two years behind where I will be in two years from now. Don’t get me wrong, I have taken my share of trips and have done my share of loafting around unfamiliar countries but does the appeal of aimless wander [for long periods of time] wear off? Perhaps I’ve just always felt disdain for things that everybody else is doing or maybe I’m just jealous.

I realize this is critical (and it’s not meant to be) so let me sidenote it by saying that I direct this towards those using extended travel as a means of escape. I know this is a can of worms so let me take the edge off by saying that all the young Canadian talent would be tremendously more beneficial manifesting itself here rather than elsewhere.

*Worm overload*

Early-morning yoga studios

October 25, 2009

are a very nice place to be. A couple images from a very early shoot in the Tenth Ox Studio, downtown Belleville. No adjustments made yet, only re-size.

Yoga instructor, Tanya, as she warms up before her weekly class:

Sundays with TEA and TED

October 25, 2009

I’ve been thinking a lot about visual impact. Specifically, the reasons why we remember and judge certain photos. There is so much theoretical meta data and external circumstances that influence the way we think about an image that it is actually overwhelming to understand how someone would attempt to dissect the process.

Photojournalism at Loyalist has an advisory committee who comes in twice a year to look at student portfolios and we were advised to always and only show our absolute best work because even if the panel does not remember you they may remember your image(s). I was a bit skeptical about this. How could a person remember, a year later, such details when they spent 12 months being bombarded with millions of  other images?

I didn’t think much about this again until now, weeks later, realizing that as I still stumble with the names of my classmates, I can recall pretty much every shot they have submitted over the past 6 weeks. How about that eh?

Aside from the amazing ability us humans have to direct our memories towards countless images, we also have a distinct and complex ability to analyze them according to our own bias’, emotions, memories, personalities etc. These all heavily influence the way we look at visual stimuli and how we understand it. If the photographer is there to describe the scene and the context of  an image, that changes the way we understand it- it either becomes less or more powerful, important, effective, meaningful etc.
Then what about the context of images? I wonder if we are able to remember the context and info surrounding a photograph the same way we can remember the visuals? Methinks that they must go hand in hand and if you remember one, you would/should be able to recall something about the other. If not though, maybe that is what determines a strong image…

One of the greatest things about photography is how there can be so many interpretations, disagreements  and preferences about photos. This may pain your brain but what happens to a photo when it is displayed? Does the image remain to be its initial intention or does it turn into only what the viewer sees ?  (If it’s too much to attempt to think through this,  I suppose you can sit on the fence and say its a combination of both and leave it alone) Or does it even matter.

This is too broad to fit into this little wordpress window, so I will continue thinking and will return with organization although don’t expect conclusions.

The lady who turned on my Sunday brain:


October 21, 2009

i gots ta get backs in a city!

i feel like i’m missing out on lots..but i guess this is okay because if i was in a city with some sort of nitelife or hell, even a late night coffe shop with free wi-fi, i wouldn’t be here with you all today. i’d be out with some friends midway through the party totally forgetting about the camera in my bag because i’m having too much fun. but if that were the case i wouldn’t get so many opportunities to take pix of my studio apartment. and who am i kidding, i’d prolly be alone at the cafe using their net to upload beautiful memories of summer because afterall, it is just a school night.


love kat