this is the first ever known polaroid OF me:
preschool christmas party, 1990, baby!
31 July 2008
polkadots and coloring books
when i said the picture of leopold & sugar was my first polaroid, i meant that it was the first polaroid i'd ever taken.
this is the first ever known polaroid OF me:
preschool christmas party, 1990, baby!
this is the first ever known polaroid OF me:
preschool christmas party, 1990, baby!
29 July 2008
chronological computers
this is my first computer, theodore:
[he is the one sitting on the couch. i am the one doing yoga in front of him.]
he had a quick death early on in life. he recovered from it, but slowly declined in health until he had to be retired.
as theo got used to retirement, leopold theodore came along:
[leopold's first photograph is also my first polaroid]
he was not yet a year old when he was stolen from me. so young!
the advent of the swipe brings in the birth of a new computer:
[with a lock, mind you]
he has yet to be named. any suggestions?
[he is the one sitting on the couch. i am the one doing yoga in front of him.]
he had a quick death early on in life. he recovered from it, but slowly declined in health until he had to be retired.
as theo got used to retirement, leopold theodore came along:
[leopold's first photograph is also my first polaroid]
he was not yet a year old when he was stolen from me. so young!
the advent of the swipe brings in the birth of a new computer:
[with a lock, mind you]
he has yet to be named. any suggestions?
23 July 2008
18 July 2008
yesterday and the day before
these last couple days have been quite wacky. including but not limited to: a 3-hour haircut, a perfect housing situation gone mad, a cellphone's solo journey on a bart train, and a laptop gone missing from a home.
that being said, updates will be slim as all my photos, etc, have gone along with my laptop and what i have backed up is in sacramento, not my current location.
so i will leave you for now, with this:
a green apple shoots//
into the sky. it
explodes//down and up.
a gorilla dies.
[it can make sense if you try]
xo
alison.
that being said, updates will be slim as all my photos, etc, have gone along with my laptop and what i have backed up is in sacramento, not my current location.
so i will leave you for now, with this:
a green apple shoots//
into the sky. it
explodes//down and up.
a gorilla dies.
[it can make sense if you try]
xo
alison.
16 July 2008
i remember
yesterday afternoon i dropped my polaroids into a mail box. a carefully planned impulse. around 3:30 in the morning, i panicked.
they are my favorite polaroids. each a distinct and exact moment in time. a memory i hold. no one will love them like i love them and i let them go. i was reminded, however, that someone else can love them and interpret them in a way completley different than i did, but still get a glimpse of what i discerned. they might not return to me, but, if they do go home with someone else, they will only do so because the someone else felt something too.
and so here they are.
tell me what you see
and i will tell you what i see:
searching for the sunset, i find it a bit early, so i sit above the rose garden, reading berger and listening to an appropriate song.
on the train to sacramento, for a valentine's date, a tiny plant on the table, wearing my new dress and feeling perfectly old-fashioned.
the lamp in my san diego room, whose light cast such cool patterns across the wall, invisible in this representation, an unexpectedly-good photograph.
the slaughtered trees outside my old high school which i jogged to mid-afternoon to photograph, only to have to return later, when school was out and the parking lot empty so i could stand on the hood of my car to capture it, clutter-free, the sounds of a creditor being placated over the phone a haze in the background.
two doors in a mural on a san franciscan wall, one of my first adventures with one of my now very-best friends.
an orange-doored house across from a run-down diner in central nevada, a rainy day on the last family road trip before everything changed.
they are my favorite polaroids. each a distinct and exact moment in time. a memory i hold. no one will love them like i love them and i let them go. i was reminded, however, that someone else can love them and interpret them in a way completley different than i did, but still get a glimpse of what i discerned. they might not return to me, but, if they do go home with someone else, they will only do so because the someone else felt something too.
and so here they are.
tell me what you see
and i will tell you what i see:
searching for the sunset, i find it a bit early, so i sit above the rose garden, reading berger and listening to an appropriate song.
on the train to sacramento, for a valentine's date, a tiny plant on the table, wearing my new dress and feeling perfectly old-fashioned.
the lamp in my san diego room, whose light cast such cool patterns across the wall, invisible in this representation, an unexpectedly-good photograph.
the slaughtered trees outside my old high school which i jogged to mid-afternoon to photograph, only to have to return later, when school was out and the parking lot empty so i could stand on the hood of my car to capture it, clutter-free, the sounds of a creditor being placated over the phone a haze in the background.
two doors in a mural on a san franciscan wall, one of my first adventures with one of my now very-best friends.
an orange-doored house across from a run-down diner in central nevada, a rainy day on the last family road trip before everything changed.
15 July 2008
13 July 2008
07 July 2008
mexico, in one post
(i went the other way)
things were green
and white
the chairs had a convention
and the lion snuck
(twice)
[also, i met my match]
01 July 2008
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