The Photographer

Post date: Monday 22 July 2013

On Saturday night, my friend's mother threw a rather fancy birthday bash at the Avon Gorge Hotel. There were burgers, sausages, chicken and ribs sizzling atop the barbecue and thirty bottles of pink fizz doing the rounds. Everyone had donned their most glamorous gowns and mingled alongside the Clifton Suspension Bridge. It was the kind of event I'd always dreamed of attending, sort of like the ones I've spent hours watching, and re-watching, on Made In Chelsea. And Gossip Girl. And reading about in blogs. And Fitzgerald books. 
However I was not just there as a guest, I was also the official photographer. This is a title that I have coveted for years, and instilled both excitement and fear in me. As a shy person, it is not in my nature to walk up to strangers and stick a nine inch long lens in their face before blinding them with a flash. I was much more comfortable photographing the location, and capturing unsuspecting victims from afar. I therefore came away from the party worried that I had not fulfilled my role; after looking at my photos though, I am rather pleased with them, I just wish I had been brave enough to photograph a wider selection of people! However, as this was my first attempt at event photography it has taught me a lot about how to effectively capture the ambience of an event through a lens and left me positively drooling for another go. 

I did make sure that me and Joe got a picture of course, mainly because I was in love with my new dress. I had originally planned to wear long-sleeved black velvet but the recent heatwave sent me in to a sweaty whirlwind of panic as I attempted to find an alternative outfit (woe is me as I forgot to also order an alternative bra and ended up with pink and black polkadots on show for the whole night). I ripped apart my wardrobe but, of course, nothing was appropriate so I logged on to Asos and ordered this cheap and cheerful swing dress (my first ever Asos order, may I add). I paired it with 5" strappy heels from New Look, and Chanel polish in 'Pirate' on my fingers and tootsies. 

InstaDiary: Week 3

Post date: Thursday 18 July 2013

Cosy sock day | My Primark playsuit from Summer 2011 that I have just rediscovered | Rimmel Coral Romance | BBQ in the park | Spain collage | My matching sunglasses, thanks to the free pair that came with Cosmo | 4 of my 5 a day | Trying on all my dresses in order to find one for the party on Saturday (I ended up buying a new one instead) | Martha's Canon 550D that she has lent me until I get one back from the insurance. 

Sun, Sea, Sand and Stolen Goods.

Post date: Wednesday 17 July 2013

I feel tremendously guilty for not having blogged for three whole weeks; not because anyone would have missed reading my posts but because I promised myself that I would not become lax with my blogging.
Two weeks ago, me and twelve friends took a flight out to Spain for a week of trying to find shade, sampling the local McDonalds and KFC branches, drinking the finest wine at 89 cents a carton and trying not to kill each other. I had eagerly packed my Cannon 450D, with which I take all the pictures for this blog, with the intention of capturing all the mouthwatering food, the fabulous outfits and the beautiful architecture. The part of the holiday I was most excited about was getting home, curling up in bed, sifting through hundreds of photos and deciding which ones to share on here and with my family and friends.