Sydley

As i scoff down my morning weetbix, i figured it's about time that i update my blog.
Recently i returned from Sydney, a trip that was much anticipated as an escape from sleepy Hobart town. Unfortunately, my escape was one of much rain, stinky heat and lacking air conditioning. In fact, the only time i noticed the air conditioning was in the stores i sought refuge in from the rain, which made me feel that i'd just put my self through a cold shower on a winter's day, before walking into a giant fridge. My coldness maintained. Another realisation of my trip is that i am still unable to portion food correctly. 2 out of 3 meals i made for myself were suitable for at least 6 people, so i usually consumed the food out of large boiling pots, as the bowls were always too small. I managed to consummate my love of gangsta musik at numerous clubs, which means a refreshed love for old Snoop and 50. Now that i'm home, i'm listening to the XX, thinking about more shoots and building up my photography equipment. I made the hyundai excel of beauty dishes yesterday, i don't expect it to last long...

Anne

On the weekend i took the liberty of impulsively sending myself on a pre-holiday holiday. In terms of planning the whole thing didn't make too much sense; leave to Melbourne on Sunday morning, get back Monday night, work Tuesday night then fly to Sydney Wednesday morning.
I don't want to tell you about how awesome it was, but i'd like to take the opportunity to unleash upon you how valuable these impulses can be. Flying across to another state to see someone i'd only ever had a five minute conversation with, doesn't really make sense, but because of the nervousness and excitement of it all, i feel like i've somehow refreshed myself.

- To all my friends, i'm glad i have you. :)

Jess

Bec

Richmond

I'm not too sure why my blog wants this text underlined and purple, but i'm not going to fight it.
Mainly because i like surprises, like this one, my blog has allowed me to type in a normal colour.
Awesome.
Generally when people go to Richmond, out in the eastern centre of Tasmania, they photograph ducks, bridges and the many aged buildings in this little tourist mecca.
Understandably, Elka and I got bored incredibly quickly, and decided that we would seek better inspiration along the road side.
Firstly, Elka was fantastic to work with because of her ability to pull over to the roadside whenever i erratically requested it. When the rain had stopped and the roadside displayed such wonderful yellow grass, we'd be sure to get amongst it.
Thankfully Elka had brought along a collection of 90s adidas gear, which got me very excited.
So i ended up with an awesome photograph of a badass 90s bogan chic, and all thanks to Elka.

Stars and Bogans

I've got a feeling that it's been too long since my last post, so firstly let me do some updating.
A week ago, fellow cool kid Jason and i set out in the direction of Bridgewater to have things yelled at us through passing car windows, and take some photos of stars. Our night ended after i decided that it would be cool to shoot in the Glenorchy bus mall at 3.30am on Monday. Although one should feel safe in the roughest hang-out in Tasmania at this unholy hour, we spent a good deal of time being paranoid that some bogans would soon be drawn our way. A pack of wild kids pulling allnighters, the police and some shooting stars sealed the deal for this night of madness.
I'm very much looking forward to our next wild adventure, night photography in Risdon Vale.

2010

Au revoir 2009, you've been a pretty rough year all round, but am glad of your recession to 2010, a hopefully better year.

I'm going to overcome my sudden feelings of melancholy by throwing up this photo of Amy, taken this afternoon in the passing light of Lenah Valley. This photoshoot was organised incredibly quickly, so for it i have to thank Amy's commitment and spontaneity. The last week has all but been a haze of late nights, running food and never finding enough time during the day to recover from the onslaught of yachties and tourists that have filled the restaurants occupying Hobart's waterfront.

Unfortunately, i'm not perfect enough not to make any resolutions for the upcoming year. I've smoked my fair share of cigarettes, piled on countless kilograms and lived my life as if i were constantly driving my car across the Tasman Bridge on its reserve tank. So it's time for some adjustments.

That last paragraph may be riddled with lies.

Alongside self-commitments to take more photographs, i've decided that 2010 is the year of self-destruction. That's right, old man Trent is committed to taking up skateboarding, as a mere test of perseverance. So far i've persevered into a bruised hip and swollen elbow, so who knows what more i can achieve.

So, whilst feeling the warmth of the setting sun upon tanned skin, may i wish everyone the best 2010 they'll ever have.