2011-06-19 // 19:54:46
bwpolaroid

Hi there!

I'm organizing a new instant photography collective exhibition.
Last year I organized POLAROID EASY ART ? in the ancient castle of Dolceacqua,Italy (»link), with some help from the Impossible Project.
This year it will be held in other top locations (Milan/Italy and Nice/France): »link and I would like to add some new photos, due to last year success.
As the art director and organizer of this project, I would like to ask you for one or more Instant Polaroid/Impossible pics (scanned files and not the originals), I saw some of your Polaroid photos and they caught my attention.

Please before sending your previews consult my web page : »link
Please let me know asap if you would like to join this international project, with your photos.

Deadline for submitting the definitive exhibition files (high res. pics + form): 20 july 2011
Deadline for submitting your previews : 5 july 2011


Best regards
Mirko

2007-06-09 // 22:27:43
Vief
Ah this is so cute. I love the text ^_^

^ Thank you. I think we all do this, don't we?

2007-06-08 // 08:38:44
Melech.Gueldenstern
i love you ... don´t need to ask the flowers ... ;)

^ Aaaah! Thank you. I love you, too.

2007-06-07 // 14:43:18
David_S
re prints :)
either originals or reproductions - would be interested in both

d

2007-06-07 // 07:26:32
Stefano
Ha.
Yes.
Sigh. Ha.
Hmm. I like to think there is a Daisy God up on Mount Olympus. When you pick a love-me-love-me-not daisy and begin to pluck it, he peeks down from above. If he is in a good mood—perhaps he has just returned from a ticklish rendezvous with a mortal virgin—then, well, love love love.
But if this capricious God is suffering post-prandial dyspepsia—then, well, you could denude a thousand daisies, litter the planet with petals—it would not make a difference—loves me not, loves me not, loves me not.

veal & figs
-stefan

^ I suppose this is the same God whose daily task it is to set all the dandelion clocks around the globe and calibrate the butter-affinity gauges of all the buttercups; valuable services in return for which we must take a few capricious daisy pranks into account.

2007-06-06 // 18:50:46
David_S
as always utterly charming, beautiful and unique
do you sell prints of your work?
please say you do
me want to buy if you do :)

d

(oh and of course the usual v and f stuff)

^ Thank you so much! I feel I should point out how utterly charming you always are yourself! I've never sold anything. When you say "prints" do you mean original Polas or copies like in the Polanoir shop? Needless to say, I am currently preening myself in the most unbearable fashion. This will go to my head, you know.

2007-06-06 // 14:56:55
Urizen
I read a book by Marvis Harris about anthropology, where he said there's absolutely no known culture that wasn't at least animistic, so he thought either religion or the belief in a spiritual world is very useful (from the anthropological point of view), or superstition is a universal characteristic included in the human essence.

There was a time, years ago, when i did hundreds of stupid things like this. I even believed i had a lucky pullover and i always crossed out the date of my exams after doing it in a very certain way. Or f.e i never looked into mirror if the lights were off and i always looked behind my door whenever i entered my room. Some of them were a mixture of childish fears that with repetition became habits that i did without noticing and lost any meaning.

^ I'm sure most people develop stupid rituals at some point in their life. I have certain outfits that seem to produce a certain kind of evening, for example. There are objects that have to be left in the pockets of certain jackets. I think these rituals are sometimes a way of helping you make difficult decisions or giving you more faith in your ability to predict or control the future or the outcome of your actions. The chaos and arbitrary injustices of life are frightening, so we're always hoping for an external force we can appease and influence or a system to guide us. I ask myself: if our minds are designed in a way that induces us to construct sometimes very complex systems of ridiculous beliefs, then how can a rational person ever fully make themselves believe in religion? Surely part of you must always be conscious of it all following the same psychological pattern as the daisy thing...

2007-06-06 // 14:20:52
Urizen
I think the trick is counting before and deciding with which sentence to start according to the even- or not-even-ness of the number of petals.

(Sorry, i couldn't find an intelligent comment to make, but i like the polas)

^ No, no. That was actually very sensible indeed. It's precisely those little tricks we all play on ourselves that I'm so fascinated by. You don't actually believe in it, but you still feel compelled to cheat, even though cheating renders the whole process even more meaningless and illogical than it already was. It's like reading horoscopes in four or five different magazines until you find one you like, then crying "Oh wow! This is all so TRUE!"

2007-06-06 // 14:16:14
emilie79
lovely! the effect of the filter is pretty nice too.

^ Thanks. I just took these in my lunchbreak. The colours of the real Pola seem softer than this, but this was as close as I could get. My scanner isn't so good with blues.