Obviously being homeless sucks any time of year, let alone being stuck on the streets in the cold right now and it’s only set to get worse.
I’ve been in brief states of homelessness in the past, though managed to get by thanks to the support of very generous friends who have put me up and helped me out when shit hit the fan, so thankfully I’ve never ended up in a situation where I’ve been on the street like way too many of us humans are.
If you follow the link at the bottom of this post you can buy as many xmas dinners for a fiver as you like (with 100% of the money going to Social Bite) to ensure that people who need it get some hot fuel on Christmas Day and maybe they’ll feel that their situation isn’t as shitty for at least a few minutes.
Follow the link. Sign up. Choose the amount of dinners. Purchase.
It seems the cold has hit Glasgow as last night I walked back from Catty at 2am and the temperature had dropped to -6°C. One of the few times I’ve opted to wear a coat all year.
The view from the flat this morning actually made it feel like winter for the first time, too.
I headed into the city today to pick up keys for a studio space I’m renting.
I’ve toyed with the idea of hiring a studio space for a long time, but could never really afford it and also didn’t think I’d ever leave my couch since working from home is comfortable. That said, I’ve landed myself with a pretty sweet deal and am now trying to separate work from home, so today was my first day in my new shared space.
Got a wee corner set up, and by set up I mean I have a laptop and a camera because I’m basic as shit.
There’s even a dog roaming around, so I’m into it.
I’m just quietly hoping the novelty of a dog kicking about wears off, as I fear I may end up paying monthly to just pet the damn thing.
Aside from being increasingly annoyed at the Northern Travel Safety Officers doing their patrol and filming each passengers face between the stops I had a pretty dull train journey to kill last night, so I decided to try take my mind off it by editing a few photos of Jazz from my previous couple of days in Liverpool. I didn’t have my laptop with me. Enter VSCO.
It’s been a while.
My X-Pro2 has a pretty straightforward wifi mode which means I can easy transfer from camera to phone, and anyone remotely familiar with mobile photo apps will recognise the basic import>apply filter>upload process.
It’s a similar principle here, except there’s a bunch more you can do with VSCO over, say, Instagram. The customisable filter packs, with the opportunity to buy more if you want.
VSCO also imports photos from your camera at full resolution, and offers the choice of what resolution to export at.
I edited these pretty basic, as all were processed with either c1 or c3 presets with a few tweaks.
Blanket alterations being contrast (1), sharpen(2.5), clarity (2), and saturation (1.4).
With individual alterations to temperature, and vignette being made to preference for each photo. Everything else remained untouched this time.
My usual editing workflow is pretty minimal as is, but using VSCO again after this time made it feel fun again. I’ll maybe keep some time aside each month and pick a few photos to edit them in this way, it’s nice to keep the process feeling fresh.
I’d visited Jazz in Liverpool for a couple of days prior (that’s another blog for another day), and arranged to get the train to Sheffield on Friday evening to avoid the inevitable stress of travelling through the morning of the wedding.
The trains were delayed, and I arrived far later than I’d have liked at the hostel I booked that day. I went straight to bed, though ended up crashing next to some guy who was fresh from filming for the Jeremy Kyle Show. He celebrated his victory on passing the lie detector test by offering me a joint, but I just wanted to sleep so I passed and got some rest.
I was up at 6am, expecting to avoid other folk in the hostel as I doubled checked my bags before my Uber arrived. I went into the kitchen and was greeted by a pissed Glaswegian who was watching rugby with a crate of lager. He took great pride in telling me about how he has the exact same TV the hostel has, but it only cost him £20 and “it’s not even stollen!”, oh, and his remote – “it’s not one of them all-in-ones, it’s for the actual telly. Goes like the clappers it does. The remote retails at £30, an’ I got the lot for £20!”. I wished him well and left him to his beers.
The uber driver told me I was his last ride, ending his 18 hour shift, and almost veered off the road after hitting some ice while showing me photos he’d taken of snow using his phone. Excellent start to the day.
I’ve known Martyn now for just over a decade, having gone through college and university together while in bands. Since the band stopped and with us all living in different towns/cities, we rarely get the chance to hang out these days. I’ve only really met Rebecca a handful of times, and she’s genuinely wonderful and the two of them just work. So yeah, it was pretty wild witnessing the two get married with the kids running about.
Even though I’m approaching 31, marriage still ain’t on my life-radar and when pals get married it really hammers it home that folks are becoming more settled and family oriented. It’s a trip.
I rarely photograph weddings, but I’d been looking forward to this one for a while. Hanging out with friends while being trusted to do my thing made the whole process comfortable, and actually left me wanting to photograph more. I was shooting from 8am to 10pm, so the following photos are a selection of highlights from the day.
3 months I spent waiting to start a new job with the Royal Mail. The process was a pain in the arse, I had a pre-interview meeting, then there was the interview/job offer, along with the process of getting my staff ID sorted, and the start date agreed upon.
I was supposed to start Monday 20th, though on the 17th received a call informing me I wasn’t needed for another week and that my new start date was the 27th. If I’d have suggested that to them at that short notice, they’d have told me to jump.
A few hours after I received an email thanking me for working with them and that that was basically it. I assumed it was an admin error, but decided to follow up. I spent a couple of days making phone calls, all of which went unanswered. So I sent a message asking for some clarity, to be informed later I’d be called again to confirm my start date and that the interview process was out of their hands. That was enough, I replied thanking them for contacting me but to tell whoever’s behind the delay to go fuck themselves. They removed me from the database.
I guess I quit before I technically started.
With that, I’m again jobless. I’ve spent much of my adult life this way. I can’t hold down jobs, and despite how the above probably reads, it’s not for a lack of trying… though it’s no lie that my heart ain’t in it.
I’m thirty, fast approaching thirty-one. I shoot parties once a week in a nightclub. I’m fine with this, it forces me to be social and I’ve met some good cunts in Cathouse. The only problem is that I don’t make enough anymore to not do anything else, and I don’t know how much longer I can realistically get away with doing the club thing before looking like some mental older guy with a camera.
I went to the pub earlier, on my own, and sat in the beer garden in the rain with a pint I bought with my next two days food budget, chain smoking from the pack of baccy that Jazz left behind after her visit. I don’t smoke often, and already I’m coughing up shit. The space did me good, and I put some things in perspective. I have this burning need to get out and just do shit no matter what the consequence. I spent about an hour putting out feelers, and I’ve already got some cool things lined up – Basically, I’m hoping to make my blog a little more interesting, and I’ll have a ton more time to plough into my patreon and b-sides blog as a result.
This blog will be free, forever, but if you enjoy it and can spare a little cash I can give more back but I guess if you dig the stuff I do there’s no better time than now to sign up to my patreon and throw some coin my way in return for what I do so I can also afford to pay rent.
Right, I’m off to pack. I’m away to Liverpool in the wee hours and then have to find a way over to Sheffield on Friday for a couple of days before venturing over to Scarborough for another couple of days or something… figuring shit out as I go, embracing the chaos again.
I think it was around April I got a message from Jazz. Her living situation had just taken a drastic change, “can I come crash for a bit?”. Straight off the bat I knew it was gonna be more than a bit, but I’ll admit that even I didn’t expect it to turn into a full six month stint.
Me and Jeffels are quiet types, and Jazz has energy for more than the both of us. Though this always made trips to the Cathouse extra fun.