A few images that I've saved to my computer recently, all taken by the backstage photographer Kasia Bobula during fashion week. Bobula has such a sensitive eye that captures the most delicate gestures of the models, and they have such personality and warmth compared to the sterile shots of the catwalk. For me, fashion always has been about the person first and the clothes second. Clothing needs a context to come alive, to feel tangible, and this is why I love backstage photography so much.
26 August 2014
The first time I came across the Turner Prize-nominated artist Karla Black was in the Gallery of Modern Art in Glasgow. The piece being exhibited was a very large sand sculpture that filled the entire room, with cellophane dangling down above in various fragile shapes, the whole thing faintly shimmering with eye-shadow and other feminine cosmetics that Black re-appropriates as art materials for her work. Since then I have come across her work a couple more times, and after looking into what she does a bit more, I think she is now probably one of my favourite artists. The use of colour and fragility that characterises her work is so beautiful; I can imagine they make you feel like you are on another pastel-hued planet.
16 August 2014
We recently had the Commonwealth Games here in Glasgow (as I'm sure everyone knows), and in the midst of the crowds and hype I escaped for three days back to the Isle of Skye, where my sister is currently living and working. I got the train to Mallaig from Queen Street station, which is one of the most famous (and beautiful) train rides in the country, mainly because of the Glenfinnan Viaduct (which is the bridge on the way to Hogwarts in the Harry Potter films!). Then I had to get a ferry to Armadale, which only lasted for about twenty minutes. It was probably the most picturesque journey I have ever been on.
When I got in off the ferry, we went to a seal look-out in Armadale. You can see them lying about on the rocks in the background of the photo above (the little white blobs).
On the first and last day we went to the Eilean Iarmain Hotel. We had lunch in the pub and coffee and shortbread through in the lounge, which was a really lovely little spot for us to sit a few a hours away before hitch hiking back home. This trip was actually the first time I have ever hitched a ride before, although Tasha does it quite regularly since the buses are so unreliable and sparse on Skye. It was quite easy for us, never taking more than five minutes before someone stopped, and it was also a great way to speak to some locals.
We also went to Dunvegan Castle, and although it was raining miserably all day long, a lovely lady who worked there and who recognised Tasha because she gave her a life one time, gave us a personal tour of the castle (see- hitch hiking really does have benefits!). It really brightened up what would have otherwise been a rather disappointing day because of the weather.