Universities are haunting my mind. Goldsmiths, Queen Mary, LCC, other two which I didn't bother to visit and have no interest in... WHAT WILL IT BE. I applied for a Media and Communication course at Goldsmiths, which is rather hard to get into but sounds perfect for my ideal future career as a documentary maker. LCC is mostly appealing because it is an arts school which means lots of equipment to keep working on my photography, although it sounds like the entire journalism course just involves going out and pretending you already have a career. Queen Mary is the most academic out of all them as I would be studying History and Journalism...Except the building is horrible, and the journalism part, taught at CAS, is supposed to be the best in Europe... But CAS is a business school, I cannot picture myself digging that kind of environment at all. Basically I'm caught in between whether I want to immerse myself in the more serious academic scenary of UNI or the artsy one which will just feed my already growing pretentiousness. Basically, the more I wait to make my decision, the less of a chance I have to get decent housing. I decided it is for once important to share my boring personal problems so that anyone who comes across this can make up my mind for me.
Before leaving to London I had gone to a construction site in The Hague to attempt some fashion photography, just so I'd have something to proove to my examiner that I did try to "push my boundaries" throughout my practice in photography. Basically I asked Giulia and Sofia to wear fancy clothes and stand in a "contrasting" environment. I'm pretty sure every cheap fashion magazine has published about 10,000 of these series, but I think some came out alright anyway. Here's one:



I hope some day I can keep my flickr up to date and merge it into my website along with this blog. One day a time for this will come. After exams. Which are in 3 weeks. What the fuck.

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