Lost holga roll - Cuba

Lost shots from Cuba - jan 2008.
All holga, all x-pro.


Train tracks at Santa Clara, Cuba, the turning point of the Cuban revolution occurred here.


La Habana


The cute doggy pull flush at a house we stayed in. This was by far my favourite house, it also has the 'infamous cuban curtain wall'


train station at Santa Clara


La Habana vs. La Habana


Che memorial in Santa Clara
(che = god)

Lost Holga rolls of Mexico pt 2

Mexico city fountain and sculpture


Mexico city architecture

These last three are all from Isla de las Muñecas (Island of the Dolls). A man that lived on an island fished all of these out of the surrounding canals and hung them around his island to ward off the spirit of a young girl who had drowned nearby. It's one of the strangest and spookiest places out there, and an absolute thrill to see.

The lost holga roll of Mexico

Housemates, meat towns, waterslides - everything you want on an overlapping never before seen roll of film.


oscar and his multiple personalities


bff's 4 eva


cara and carrizal (crazy waterslides and hot springs)


las trancas = meat, carrizal = waterslides (and jamaica in a plastic bag)


oscar and gerry

Holga in the reeds

alyce


nicholas

just hanging out in some reeds y'know.

the lost holga roll of melbourne, june 2008

finding old rolls and getting them developed is a little bit fun.


Ang, Kerr St bedroom no. 2


Kara, Kerr St bedroom no. 1

(the infamous Kerr St screen tests, and two of the most amazing girls you will ever meet)


rhys and daz, the 'cool kids'


and ryan, objecting to me flashing him in the face

2009

So i had a lovely new years on the south coast of sydney, in a quiet little beachside town called callala.
Good friends, good cocktails, good food (haloumi salads, kangaroo steaks and fruit salad with mint and lime).

There was a fair bit of swimming, sleeping and not much else.

I spent the time thinking about the year that has passed, what worked, what didnt. And some more time thinking about the year to come.
The new year is always an exciting time for me, it promises so much, possibilities are endless.

This photo pretty much represents where my head has been at for the past week or two.

fun with holgaroids

four eyes




mo-ji-to

I've been writing songs in my head

i don't know if they will ever come to fruition, or exist in physical form.

But so far they are tentatively titled:

1. When I'm eating almonds i think of you
2. J.E.L.L.Y B.E.A.N. (you're a mechanical pig)
3. Sometimes i wish bad things for you, then i remember you're an O.K. guy.

a boy once wrote me a song, and so maybe i should return the favour of writing some for my friends.

and this is what they will sound like:

holgaroid

life is holgarific!

I've been thinking a lot lately, about how I take things too seriously and think too much.
Time is being wasted.

So i'm sending myself this little reminder to laugh more and smile more and remember what's really important.

That there is nothing more magical than a true and friendly gesture.
Maybe you don't greet that person as you walk by because your worried they won't remember you, or you think that youre not that close, or that they weren't going to acknowledge you either. Maybe they were thinking the exact same thing.
And maybe, you would say hi, and have an actual conversation with them, and you would enrich each other's day.

This photo above, was taken with a toy plastic camera called Holga, at the Guggenheim Museum in New York.
The dance floor lit up and changed colours with the rhythm of the songs. We giggled as we watched an elderly lady dance to Nelly's 'It's gettin hot in herrre', and that old lady inspires me.
She makes me ask myself, why do we wait until we are old to live so freely?
Have we really got that much to lose?