25.6.12

WHITE WHEELS & BASKETS.









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After hundreds of driving lessons, nearly crashing into the side of a Porche on a roundabout and managing to fail my theory test by running a sheep over, it is clear to say I have no ability or passion for driving. I have looked numerous times into other forms of transport and it is safe to say that buses are not for me. After borrowing my brother’s bike in an emergency last summer, I have come to the conclusion that they aren’t all that bad. 

From looking at fashion editorials and 2012 catwalks there were bikes with baskets, bells, white trims, huge wheels, bikes seemed to be the no.1 accessory and I decided that I had to have one in my life. As good as my older sister is she bought me one and is currently renovating it, it will soon be with me in Nottingham, I’ll be sure to take photos and post up as soon as it arrives! 

22.6.12

WHERE THE CHILDREN SLEEP.

4-year-old Romanian boy who shares a mattress with his family in the outskirts of Rome.

10-year-ld Ryuta is a champion sumo-wrestler living in Tokyo with his family.

12-year-old Lamine sleeps in a room shared with several other boys in the Koranic school in their Senegalese village.

14-year-old Irkena is a member of the semi-nomadic Rendille tribe in Kenya and lives with his mother in a temporary homestead in the Kaisut Desert.

14-year-old Prena is a domestic worker in Nepal and lives in a cell-like room in the attic of the house where she works in Katmandu.

14-year-old Erien slept on the floor of her favela abode in Rio de Janeiro until the late stages of her pregnancy.  

15-year-old Risa is training to be a geisha and shares a teahouse with 13 women in Kyoto, Japan. 

4-year-old Jasmine has participated in over 100 child beauty pageants and lives in a large house in the Kentucky countryside.

7-year-old Indira works at a granite quarry and lives in a one-room house near Katmandu, Nepal, with her parents, brother and sister. 

Alyssa lives in a small wooden house with her family in Appalachia.

8-88-year-old Ahkohxet belongs to the Kraho tribe and lives in Brazil's Amazon basin.


Flicking through old vice magazines I found on my boyfriends floor this morning I came across a documentary photographer James Mollison. Being extremely interested in documentary photography I researched further into his work and came across pictures from his latest photo book, ‘Where the children sleep’.

Where the children sleep is a remarkable series capturing the diversity of and, often, disparity between children’s lives around the world through portraits of their bedrooms. The project began on a brief to engage with children’s rights and morphed into a thoughtful meditation on poverty and privilege, its 56 images spanning from the stone quarries of Nepal to the farming provinces of China to the silver spoons of Fifth Avenue.

I feel the images in the book are very much a poignant photographic essay on human rights for the adult reader. The images are weirdly emotive, when you see them you want to know more about each subject, as each could tell an incredible story.

Alongside this book he has also done cheerful smile-time stuff like a series on great apes and a huge scrapbook of Palo Escobar’s home photos. Last year he went t the Kenyan-Somali border to document the residents of the Dadaab refugee camp, the world’s largest and home to 400,000 (and growing) people displaced by the region’s recurrent bouts of drought and civil warfare.

His work is breathtaking and worth a look at.



21.6.12

OUT WITH THE OLD.




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Despite the numerous disciplined all nighters before deadlines due to bad time-management. Despite the hundreds of cups of coffee on early mornings just to get through lectures. Despite the everyday pointless small talk conversation outside lectures and in university. Despite being bombarded with enough flyers to make a book whilst walking through university. Despite the dozens of lists with nothing ticked off. Despite the embarrassing walks of shame through campus in the afternoon. Despite the demanding design & visual culture lectures on Friday and Monday mornings. Despite constantly having no money. Despite never getting any sleep. Despite that one housemate. Despite all of the long train journeys. Despite being thousands of pounds in debt to the government all before the age of 21. Despite Mansfield Road. Despite Trent Kebabs. Despite everything. My first two years of University have been ridiculous, but as it has been drilled into my head, final year is ‘the year’.

Despite having spent the last two years having had the subject matter of my work dictated by the lecturers, I am now entering a much more autonomous and self-directed stage of my Fashion Communication & Promotion degree.



This Blog will showcase creative work and will be the centre of idea generation for my final year at Nottingham Trent University