It’s the Liverpool Biennial year. Unfortunately due to the loss of my dad I haven’t had the time to dedicate an entire day to walking the full Biennial trail. I’ve caught bits and pieces over the past few months like the dancing inanimate objects at the random apartment in One Park West, which while technically a fringe event was really nice. I’ve seen the stairs in Liverpool One, the Hummingbird telescopes in Derby Square and a few other things. I’ve also been lucky enough to see behind the scenes on a few commissions. So while I haven’t had the best chance to take time out and soak it all up like I normally do I feel like I’ve not missed out this year.
I’m on a series of RIBA architecture tours over the next couple of weeks. The first was of shedkm’s very cool Littlewoods Bunker. Things I loved included the strong use of colour and bold typography against a concrete frame. Bold yellows, black and concrete. Nice. It’s a great little building and good to see the plans for the wider area. Once its all done the whole Littlewoods complex should be a great community.
A new festival up in Kendal. I cover so many events and I’m usually rushed off my feet trying to Pokémon it all. This was a festival just as jam packed as any but somehow super chilled out. Maybe it was because it was spread over a few days and we glampped over. Is that how you even use that word? Glamped over. Well thats what we did. Posh tent out in a field 5 minutes from a Morissons and idling sheep. I’m doing a middle class wrist flick snap yo.
Unfortunately we couldn’t see the first days performances due to work but the second and third were lovely. A giraffe roamed Kendal nibbling on the tall trees. There was a permanent full moon inside a church. You made your own screen print totes. Live music filled another church at night. You could fly a drone and a project by Ironbird and Draw & Code, Bird Hive let you fly over the Lakes with a 360 degree VR experience like you were a bird… Or well a bird captured by a robot from a dystopian future perhaps as when you looked up you would see your drone overlord. VR outdoors made for a super accessible experience.
I always like photographing the Pride parade. It’s so full of life, energy and quite simply its great to see every type of person dance around the city because they’re proud of who they are. It’s infectious.
So Instagram blatantly stole Snapchats best feature, the stories feature. I’ve been thinking about it a lot and my conclusion is that good artists copy, great artists steal. Maybe.
I’ve been a fan of Snapchat since its early days. I read an article that justified its existence in a very simple way. It’s freedom. Almost every social network retains the content you create on it apart from Snapchat. Everything is archived for that day later in life when you or someone else needs it. Now that’s handy but it also means you can’t relax and you can only post the absolutely best things ever. Not with Snapchat. With Snapchat you can post anything and it’s gone a day later. You are free to be silly and stupid. That’s why it’s such a big hit with younger people and confusing for older types. We have to get back into a mindset of being able to enjoy the freedom of being silly. That’s Snapchats key feature and I love it for that. Confusing UI, sure. Annoying content from media you detest, yeah. But an ability to be silly without worry? Amazing.
The first Liverpool Comic Con naturally appealed to me. I’ve been to a few before. London in err… 2007? Toronto in 2006. I took photos. I took bad photos. Jaunty angle boring photos, which got huge traffic at the time. So I was tempted to visit the Liverpool Comic Con but I was concerned it would be overflowing with people like me from 2006. I realise that I need to find my own unique voice and angle, so the thought of hanging out with lots of other photographers all fighting for the same photo at an event like this really isn’t appealing. I’m sure you’re all beautiful snowflakes but there’s no point in everyone shooting over each other shoulders for the same photo.
Today is Groundhog Day and I just watched it as part of a 24hr run at Liverpool’s Small Cinema. I haven’t seen it in years.
The film is different to how I remember. I remember the comedy death scenes. The cute groundhog. Bill Murray trying to score with Andie McDowell in various funny ways. It’s a romantic comedy with some time looping on the side. It’s classic Bill Murray. That’s what I remember anyway. The film I saw today wasn’t the film I remember watching. I guess that’s time for you. It changes you so when you relive the same day many years later you’re a different person.
I found some old film photos of the Liverpool Pride Festival from a few years back. This is by far the best. I may post some others but I really like this.
I was thinking about acceptance the other day after reading an article by Claire Eastham. Imagine if you could accept who you are, draw strength from your abilities and really make something great? Wouldn’t that be good? Instead we dislike who we are. But then that’s the road you take to better yourself I guess. If you see yourself as rubbish then you’ll work hard to fix that. So in the end we’re constantly unhappy and unaware that we’re actually doing the great things.