Forced Perspective?

Um, I think it’s just perspective when you’re lying in the dirt photographing toys?

The forced perspective technique sways our perception with the use of optical illusions to make objects appear larger, smaller, further away, or closer than they actually are. It manipulates perception through the use of scaled objects and the correlation between them and the vantage point of the camera. Continue reading Forced Perspective?

My first toy photo(s)

I’m not quite sure when I first started calling myself a toy photographer but it certainly wasn’t when I took my first toy photos on Christmas Eve, 2008.

I borrowed some of my little brother’s Stormtroopers and had them re-enact a ‘we three kings’ moment around my childhood baby Jesus.

Continue reading My first toy photo(s)

Why…Instagram…Why?

Social Medi…EURGHH!

Last weekend I had a weekend away from social media. Last weekend I wasn’t peering through a lens or scrolling through my phone, instead, I was swinging off a drop saw and a nail gun.

Anyway, come Monday evening, when the tools were packed away, I sat down with a well-earned beer to check in on what I’d missed on Instagram. Or should I say, what Instagram decided I’d missed? Continue reading Why…Instagram…Why?

Freed him from choice

The ultimate limitation

Last Sunday there was another Melbourne #brickstameet.

As I was packing Lego on the Saturday, with rain and hail pelting the roof, Shelly’s post about setting boundaries and limiting choices hovered over me. As every minifigures was placed in the container, her words “taking a less is more attitude” became louder. Continue reading Freed him from choice

A Reminder To Remember

Baader-Meinhof? I’ve been seeing a lot of that lately?

Your friend tells you about an obscure “mathcore” band they’ve only just discovered.

Later that afternoon, you stumble onto one of their albums as you flick through vinyl at your local record store. Then you see a poster for their upcoming tour through the train window on your way home that evening. Hang on a minute, that’s them playing in that car commercial on TV, too! Continue reading A Reminder To Remember

aBC of Bricks

aBC of Bricks

A recap of the exhibition’s opening night

As John Williams’ Cantina Band started to play through the speakers, I twisted the top off  a well-earned beer, sinking back into the couch to take in the scene. All the dramas, hiccups and stresses subsided as I took in what we’d achieved.

aBC of Bricks
aBC of Bricks

Christoffer’s (@east_mountain) triptych adorned the main wall opposite the entrance to the gallery; a fitting place for a wonderful piece.  As I sank into the couch below sipping my beer, with the bucket divided into three over me, we both looked out on the walls filled with photographs of LEGO; photos by Christoffer and I, our children and our two mates.

aBC of Bricks
aBC of Bricks

Sarah from a Gallery in Preston laid out a table of her own LEGO for visitors to play with. People mingled, snapped bricks, reminisced, shared childhood memories of plastic and chatted.

aBC of Bricks
aBC of Bricks

Sean (@theshortnews) and his wife Maria arrived bearing gifts. Something that didn’t surprise me coming from these two lovely people. What did surprise me was the flowers and chocolates (if you look carefully you can see them in the shot above) were from Shelly! Shelly, thank you! Sean and Maria, thank you! This was such a lovely gesture.

aBC of Bricks
aBC of Bricks

I cannot thank Sarah enough for everything she did. Yes, that’s still her name, and yes, that’s her in the pineapple outfit.

aBC of Bricks
aBC of Bricks

Around forty people walked through the gallery door; friends, familiar faces, familiar names, familiar usernames, new faces and new names.

aBC of Bricks
aBC of Bricks

Little pink stickers below my kids’ and Christoffer’s kid’s photos brought on a sense of pride in me that is indescribable. Seeing their faces as they saw stickers placed below their photos by Sarah is something I’ll never forget. Those expressions didn’t dwindle, even as the pink stickers doubled, even tripled, in the case of one of their photos.

aBC of Bricks
aBC of Bricks

The night flew by in a blur.

I wish it didn’t.

I mentioned last post, that sometimes words fall short. This is again one of those times.

I wish I had the words to thank all the people who supported and encouraged me. I wish I had the words to thank everyone who attended opening night. If only I had the words to show my gratitude to Sarah for everything she did. I wish there were words to describe how good the jaffle and beer were we had at the bar across the road after the gallery closed.  And I wish I could find the words to thank Christoffer for sharing these gallery walls with me.

But I simply don’t.

-Brett

On Hamburg and other people’s toys

I could say many things about the recent toy safari in Hamburg. I could go on about the people (wonderful and not at all scary), the buildings (new and old and beautiful), the food (the bretzels!!), the lack of sleep (not so fun) or the excessive number of staircases we seemed to climb (over 80 flights in three days).

However I have something else to say about the experience. What I want to write about is playing with, and falling in love with, other people’s toys. Continue reading On Hamburg and other people’s toys

Reimagined re:image

Return to render

AliceinCleveland’s post Doctor Photostein’s Monster about revisiting past photos struck a nerve of late. AliceinCleveland wrote about returning to photos and bringing them back to life through re-editing. I’ve returned to some of my earlier photos, well, more the ideas behind the photos, to reshoot them for the exhibition. Continue reading Reimagined re:image