where to draw the line?

not long ago, i received a flickr mail, inviting me to submit some of my minifigure photos to a photo competition. initially, i was flattered. after all, who doesn’t love that feeling of belonging that accompanies being invited over to play? plus, it meant that the person inviting me had noticed some of my photos (even tho’ they’ve been few and far between of late) and that’s good, right? so, i found myself purring like a happy kitten. Continue reading where to draw the line?

the anxiety

tiesoverthebay HAVE YOU FELT IT ?

or …have you seen the trailers, the commercials, the action figures, the clothing, the cereal, the coffee creamer, the toothpaste, the mouthwash, the toilet paper !?!!!

The Force  is going to awaken, not too long from now actually, and I couldn’t be happier. It seems as though the entire world is anticipating the movies release and it’s been nothing short of amazing to kind of sit on the sidelines and watch the excitement build.

The trailers have been extremely inspirational as far as my toy-photography goes. I’ve been watching the original trilogy non-stop when time allows. The theme music has been on “endless loop” in my head and I have my tickets to the premiere stashed away in a very, very safe place. Needless to say, I am very much looking forward to December 18th.

BUT…

I have a problem. Right now, anytime I feel the need to immerse myself in the Star Wars universe, I can do so. I can plop myself down in front of my gigantic television, mash a few buttons on a remote and TAH-DAH, instant Star Wars!

I can watch any of the six movies anytime I want! I can watch them back to back, I can watch them the way they were released (IV, V, VI, I, II, III) or I can sit back and relax, just knowing that if I want to visit Darth, Luke and the gang, I can. Until the 18th of December that is.

After that I will have to make the arduous trip from where I live (a small island two hours away from any real theater) to where “they” keep the new episode hidden away. Now “they” will only show you the film after you’ve handed over the official “view the greatest movie ever released in your lifetime” fee. Now “they” control access to what may go on to be known as “THE MOVIE THAT BROUGHT WORLD PEACE, ENDED HUNGER and MADE EVERYONE INCREDIBLY HAPPY”.

How am I supposed to live that way?

 

Dear Captain Phasma, Please be more like Boba Fett and less like Jar Jar Binks.
Dear Captain Phasma,
Please be more like Boba Fett and less like Jar Jar Binks.

Additionally, what if The Force Awakens and it looks like it’s hungover? Like…. like it’s been on a thirty year bender?  What if it’s (gasp) terrible? What if J. J. Abrams has completely lost his mind and is about to unleash an episode that will go down in history as the worst movie ever seen by anyone ever? I can’t take another Jar Jar Binks. Enough said about that.

I’ve been using the hashtag “inJJwetrust” in my toy-photography and I sincerely mean it. Mr. Abrams and I share a love and enthusiasm for a movie we both saw in 1977. I’m POSITIVE that his love and enthusiasm will shine through on December 18th and I hope to feel like a nine year old kid again around 7:05 p.m. that evening.

But still… the anxiety.

 

 

Photography is a Road Trip

I’m not one to share work-in-progress pics, preferring instead to focus on the final result. A side effect of this strategy is that people may assume photography is somewhat effortless for me. That’s simply not the case.
This is a comparison of my first test shot and the final photo for “Are you still there?” In between, there are 77 additional images. Continue reading Photography is a Road Trip

What Happens in Vaxholm, Stays in Vaxholm …

Suddenly, Boris (the man behind Me2) shouted ”Look what I found! Is this my lucky day? Who lost his Iphone?”. I started touching my pockets, it was mine, my iphone! It fell out of my jacket while I was laying on the floor shooting a picture of my C3PO and R2D2, totally absorbed trying to get the best backlight I could at 5.30 in the morning on a little beach near an old military castle. Last time I lost a phone it was 5.30 in the morning and I was having a great time too, but I was a little drunk and getting out of a disco with my friends about 12 years ago (that time I didn’t get the phone back!). Continue reading What Happens in Vaxholm, Stays in Vaxholm …

Imagine a Tale – Us nerds

Sunrise. Vaxholm castle or to be more exact N 59.403056 E 18.359722 WGS84, Sweden, and the morning gathering of the #baltictoysafari, a bunch of nerds hunting the first light with their cameras at the ready and figures waiting to pose. Continue reading Imagine a Tale – Us nerds

It seems like a dream…

I have always done my toy photography by myself, on the street, on the beach, in the puddles and i’m used to be alone, and having people stoping asking me:

What I’m doing, if I’m alright, or if I need a lift, or some help…

Continue reading It seems like a dream…

A swedish mom playing with toys

My name is Kristina Alexanderson (@kalexanderson on twitter, flickr, insta) and I live in Sweden, Stockholm. I’ve always loved toys, and Lego has a special place in my heart! I hadn’t heard about the meet up if it wasn’t for @eastmountain who asked if I was interested in going …

It sounded awesome, fun, and just the right thing to do to get inspiration for my work with toys. So I registered. And here I am.

So who am I? Continue reading A swedish mom playing with toys

Ex nihilo nihil fit

Las Vegas, Nevada, USA. A monument of grand stature in the middle of a desert, surrounded by miles and miles of sand, canyons and sunshine, this setting is what I missed last time there was an official gathering of toy photographers. An opportunity I was sad to see pass me by. Continue reading Ex nihilo nihil fit

A Mediterranean Guy in Vaxholm

Hi, I’m David, from Barcelona and I’m writing my first post for Stuckinplastic, actually it’s my first post ever. It’s 1:30 A.M. and my family is sleeping right now while in the background Mark Dacascos is hitting people in his movie “Crying Freeman”. Continue reading A Mediterranean Guy in Vaxholm