019: Self Portrait.

These are just tiny taste testers of what is to come... I shot these last night on my Canon EOS 500D before I went to sleep, because I had a creative yearning and have been meaning to take some more self portraits for a while now - I just haven't had the time. There are many more that I don't want to reveal via the internet right now, but keep an eye out for them in the coming future. These are the raw images, I haven't began editing/digitally manipulating yet.

018: I bet when I leave my body for the sky the wait will be worth it.

I saw these guys at Laneway earlier this year and I was lucky enough to be in the front row. They kept saying how blown away they were that they had fans in Australia in their front row, who were able to sing every word to every song. This is definitely one of my favourites from them - such a beautiful melody and so hauntingly harmonious. The lyrics are so raw, they're incredible musicians and even better live than on record.

017: Candice.

016: You're the only thing I ever want anymore.

015: Kennett.

Kennett River, January 2011.

014: Like stars burning holes right through the dark, flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes. You were one inch from the edge of this bed, I dragged you back a sleepyhead.

Repeat. I will always love this song.

013: The longest memory.

One of my favourite pastimes. In all seriousness. I did this one a while ago when I was going through a hard time, and couldn't find the words to communicate what I was feeling.

012: Monogrenade - Ce Soir

011: Time doesn't stand still, but this time I will.

The world is changing, while hearts are racing and raindrops fall while flames are blazing - so you all pass me by. Every thought of mine that’s engraved tears the pages that show the best deception that eyes will ever see. My words dance willingly, slowly falling to the floor along with every other whispered dream, along with every other raindrop from my eyes. But every word I write is prey to a distorted and overbearing soul - and now another scandal is on the loose. My body is suppressed by a malicious intention, I’m closed off from the world, hidden behind a facade for my fears. And the illicit heart - if you could call it that - which you carry, bears not a single trouble, not even the slightest puncture, while the images stay burning my mind and scarring my perceptions. My exposed existence fades into the night’s sky and your smile shines brighter than every other star because you know that you’ve won, you know there’s not another fraction to destroy. The whispers are loud now, the voices clear.

010: Les temps sont durs pour les rêveurs.

http://www.flickr.com/photos/underscore_ian/5937953868/

009: You are the life I needed all along.

We'll have a cool garden and kitchen. And big windows. And a massive bed, that's incredibly comfortable. And we'll have a record player. And a big shower and a rad lounge room. And a dark room so I can develop photos whenever I want. And a green house for you to grow interesting plants. And we'll have a puppy each. We'll have a big fish tank. And I'll have a wardrobe full of long skirts. And you would have a collection of cool suits. And brass teapots. And we'll have bookshelves full of great books. And candles and incense burning often.  And good food so the house smells tasty. And lots of fruit.

008: Macro

Spent the day at Oliver's house and took some cool snaps. I've been experimenting a lot with circle cropping as of late and I loved the effect of it on this particular image. I haven't yet done any editing other than the crop, but experimentation is certainly on the cards. 

007: Sufjan Stevens - Futile Devices.

This is my favourite track on Sufjan's newest album. I've been going through a bit of a Sufjan phase, [again] and this song is almost hauntingly melodic and the lyrics are divine. It's beautiful.

006: Kruger

Barbara Kruger, 1983

005: Laneway. Better times.

Laneway Melbourne 2011 

Temps meilleurs

http://www.flickr.com/photos/lanewayfest/5426695262/in/photostream/

004: Here and now

IB will be the death of me. Legitimately. 4000 Word Art Extended Essay on the desensitisation caused by the artwork surrounding Che Guevara, due in less than a week. IOC in three weeks. Less than 4 months until my 13 exams. Internal assessments left right and centre. And all I feel like doing is listening to music and taking photographs. Life.

003: Belle and Sebastian. Musical goodness.

002: Oliver.

I have been so happy as of late, I'm quite sure that's most of the inspiration for this blog - and my farewell to 'camouflaging my feelings'. Anyway, most of the happiness is because of a blossoming relationship. I'm kidding. About the blossoming bit that is. Not the happiness. Meet Oliver. He's pretty funky.

001: Welcome to blogspot.

Eli. Previously 'camouflageyourfeelings'. This is me, raw and real. Elements of my present - to become my past and essentially a digital lane for me to stroll down in the future. Art, style fixes and words. A creative outlet for my inner dreams.

Word.