Sip-A-To-Do-List

Sip-A-Dee-Ay , my oh my what a wonderful day.

Aaaand…“click”…send!

And with that seemingly insignificant click of the keyboard, all my photos are sent to the printers for the exhibition. I was kind of hoping for some sort of fanfare, or maybe some streamers and balloons to burst out of the laptop, however, I’ll happily accept the feeling of relief and the chance for my life to return to somewhat normality. Continue reading Sip-A-To-Do-List

Nice guys finish aghast

Dotting the eyes and crossing the wheeze

With less than a week until the printing deadlines, the looming exhibition again is all I’ve had time for this week.

So, please, indulge me as I regale you with the past week’s undertakings.

I sit and wait until that moment arrives
I’m so excited that I tingle inside
Regurgitator – Miffy’s Simplicity

There’s been emails. So many emails. Last minute ramblings, in the vague hope that the recipients will be able to decipher my manic garble, and respond with clarification. Continue reading Nice guys finish aghast

Photo Stop(portunity)

Photo Stop(portunity)

Meeting d(r)eadlines

Last post I wrote about the curve-balls the impending exhibition has thrown my way of late. Without going into details, two of the four of us have had to pull out.

EEEP!

So, what has that meant for the exhibition? Continue reading Photo Stop(portunity)

Requiem For Esteem

Finding Inspiration In Words, Again

I recently had to leave town for work. After packing my bags (including the now mandatory for any journey off the property, LEGO minifigures), I grabbed a book from our bookshelves (I’d just finished the latest BricksCulture magazine cover to cover) for the plane flight and the few days away. Continue reading Requiem For Esteem

Rebel Grrrl recap

Lego girls to the front

A fortnight ago I challenged myself to embrace my inner riot grrrl, and to post only photos of female Lego minifigures on Instagram using the #legogirlstothefront tag.

When she talks, I hear the revolution
In her hips, there’s revolutions
When she walks, the revolution’s coming
In her kiss, I taste the revolution
Bikini Kill – Rebel Girl

techno geiko
techno geiko

Did I accept the challenge? Yep. Continue reading Rebel Grrrl recap

A play with words

A play on with words

What’s the good word?

Anyone who’s read my posts here on Stuck in Plastic, or indeed, chatted with me, will know that I have a tendency to go off on a tangent.

Bear with me! This post goes way out there, but hopefully I can reel it back to a succinct point relating to toy photography.

Here goes… Continue reading A play with words

Rebel Grrrl

Girls to the front

Recently, for the umpteenth time, I rewatched “The Punk Singer”, a documentary about feminist singer Kathleen Hanna who fronted the band Bikini Kill.

Kathleen is well known for being an outspoken radical feminist, credited with launching the third-wave of feminism when she helped create the riot grrrl punk movement. At Bikini Kill concerts, Hanna would encourage and enforce that women were to move to the front of the stage. The “girls to the front” concept was symbolic in empowering women at Bikini Kill concerts. Continue reading Rebel Grrrl

A clean bill of wealth

Out with the new, in with the old

Lacking motivation. Inspiration deficient. Stuck in a plastic rut. Brick block.

We’ve all be there.

I too was recently on the precipice of a tumble deep into the inability to initiate.

And what does someone like me do in these times? I clean. Continue reading A clean bill of wealth

Succession session

New kids off the country block

From rant to gallivant.

From Bellbrae to Erskine Falls.

Well, from Bellbrae to Erskine Falls, via Anglesea, Aireys Inlet, Fairhaven, Moggs Creek, Big Hill and Lorne, as we snake our way along the Australian National Heritage listed ‘Great Ocean Road’ that hugs Australia’s south-eastern coastline. Continue reading Succession session

Buy, Bye Bye

A hard act to swallow

Allow me, if you will, to address the plastic elephant in the room.

Numbers.

I grew up on a steady diet of mathematics as a kid. I like numbers. Numbers don’t lie. Words can be fraudulent. Current. Season. Mine. All these words have multiple meanings. But the number 3 is always the number 3; it’s not 2, it’s not 4, it’s not 3-ish. It’s 3. Continue reading Buy, Bye Bye