Bathroom Ambrotypes

TV viewing chairs in the bus station in Buffalo.

snow in halifax

Postcard

three to see

Alastair B. and I go for a Walk

Today Alastair B. and I went for a walk downtown to pick up some negatives. It was raining so our furr got all wet, but it was okay when we got to the coffee shop, we had a chance to dry off a bit. I had a coffee and a chocolate brownie, but Alastair B. didn't have anything. He said coffee was not really meant for cats, i told him to take a sip anyway and he burnt his tongue. I told him that he wasn't allowed to have any brownie as it would hurt his teeth. I read him some of the book i am reading and then we left the coffee shop. We walked passed my new favourite second hand bookshop but Alastair B. would not let me go in. (He can't read human books so it's not really that fun for him, I'll come back another time when i am alone). From the bookshop we walked up gottingen st and then up north st to Sobeys, i bought some pesto and pasta for dinner and some smarties. On the way back from the supermarket it was still raining and both Alastair B. and i were walking with our heads down, as to avoid the rain getting in our eyes. Next thing i know, we both run smack bang into a Polar Bear. The Polar Bear jumped back startled, and we all laughed, the polar bear shook himself and all the rain splatter on Alastair B. and I. We introduced ourselves through wet faces, his name is Paul, he is a professor of Modern English at Dalhousie University in Halifax.

Alastair B. and i finally arrived home and took off our coats and now we are nice and warm in our house.

xx.

Hustling Halifax in the Cold

Just hanging out in Halifax, its getting cold and dark and so am i. Been taking more polaroids than my budget can handle. I want my kitty back. Today i met a kitty called Alastair B. but he was not very nice, he didn't like being petted and he only had three legs. Next week i am working at a zine library where i get to pet their kitty. jeuj!

French Leonard Cohen hustles and husks in my small speakers, Like a Bird on a Wire, Like a worm on a hump. Tot Ooit.

xx.

-7

so i am in chicago, am missing my australian boy. the leaves are wet and soggy compared to australia. it has not snowed yet although it has stormed, i love the wind and the way it messes everyone's hair, except for the locals'. I have been catching taxi's (cabs) and trains (subway) and last night i drank warm sake. Tomorrow me and my Bronica are heading out to buy some shoes and get some cool chicago air.

till montreal...

7 days

a series of postcards. digital etchings.
seven days now.
i try to laugh several times a day.
to release endorphans.
like a monkey.

now i'm going to make like a banana...
and split.

11

james wearing dress. 24th october 2006.

14

Dave Dederer from the Presidents of the United States of America.

14

a bear and a homeless guy on my birthday. a red curtain at the Metro with hair of curly boy in blue jacket(although you cannot see that). Presidents of the United States of America came on stager aorund 10pm. they played all my favoutires except for bug city and volcano.

16 again

not close enough

16

16

a sunny then cloudy thursday. sifting through naked men. hardly in control.

20

21

i was evicted today. but apparently my mind feels unaffected. i drank wine with a friend and ate chinese and my forehead feels thick and dreamy. i miss my kitty and my home. but i guess only 21 days and i'll be in chicago.

23

lonely girl.
waiting.
voices sing la la la.

27 days

U bent mijn favoriete jongen.
Ik ben ew favoriete meisje.

You are my favourite boy.
I am your favourite girl.

A public art piece i did in august 2006. King st. near Newtown station.

ostensibly 33

continuously 33

33

a perfect weekend.

33

33

38

38 and counting. angry americans. i hope i dont go crazy. i hope i do. cute boys. i miss my cute boys. aeroplanes are such a tease.

39

1pm. PJH. 39. Procrastination.

44

My friend's first photograph with a cheap analogue camera i gave him on our last weekend together, a portrait of me in my bedroom at 12 laura. cross processed.

44 en

Bathroom II, 2006

Bathroom, 2006

44

A book i made this year that hung on the wall. Entitled: The Undergarments of Character Incision. Inside is a collection of photographs, stories and poetry which are sewn and pasted together.

45

55 donker avonden

fourty five

Ik slaap in brievenbussen wachtend op brieven,
Ik slaap in enveloppen wachtend op brieven,
Ik slaap in sigaret dienblad wachten voor telefoongesprekken,
hoewel mijn telefoon is onheilspellend en stil en oorverdovend in zijn het opleggen aanwezigheid.

48 days till

drinking awful red and looking at romantic necks. inspiring numbness.

and through these transformations between
naked boys and naked owls we howl at the moon.
because we know that we'll be always
and always will be we sitting and staring
and listening and photographing.
Endlessly, irrevocably
down to earth.
I hope you can justify the things i see, the things i steal,
i hope to collect enough souls to mend my trousers, and to mend our shower door. it's broken.

missing my soul

photographs to remind me of memories. of tiny moments, that these tiny fragments represent. too little to never get bored of.

fifty two and counting up

video stills from Movement 38 seconds, 2006.

The video piece was made up of one photograph, (new years 05-06, Holga, fujichrome velvia 100), that i cropped into 38 frames. The individual images are on screen for 1 second and slowly fade into one another. The work is backed with the first 40 seconds of The Mars Volta's L'Via L'Viaquez, (Franics the Mute).

56

56. i have a momentary forgetfulness of where i am and my kitty and i both peer into the mirror we hurl ourselves out and lick our paws, simultaneously.

58 for two days

typewriters sit ominous
in puddles

and missing jongen
and missing miesje
ziggy stardust is at my door

naked and erect
starlight genitals
for 58 days

58

He sent me a photograph of a white bird, dead in mirky water, and slowly drifting.
Secretly pried upon,
the dead white bird,
laying upset in a mirky pond,
...and he slowly walks by and shares few thoughts with the dead white bird,
...and she walks down an open but dark street and wonders.
Sharing few thoughts with the passing road and few thoughts with the photograph of the dead white bird. And photographs smere, and photographs leak, and photographs are decaying in reverse. The grass is freshly cut and sneezes break the air and i'm listening to the early 90's. Phone books sit under telephones and under telephones, homeless. Inboxes sit empty and still, still i'm thinking of you. Down to 58.

sixty six

a chest and a cloud and only 66 more days...
it is humid and i'm waiting for mijn mooi jongen.

seventy days

still seventy days, days are seventy still, stillness.

seventy days

a sunny day wanting to be cloudy...

reminiscing this day i spent with a boy in a fenced off and overgrown playground behind my house...it was getting dark and i accidently shot on tungsten based film.

Entry #1

Hello! and welcome to the blog of Carli, or her apple peels more appropriately...

i thought i would begin these posts with this image, it is one of those images i have overlooked for some time and for some reason has caught my attention just now. I have not processed a black and white image for some time so i guess that it is appropriate for the birth of apple peels.