Category: little people
too school for cool
No thats not a typo. My brother recently told me I was too school for cool (ok so that may be lyrics to a Pink song, but I’ll let him have it). That’s right. He said I was too school for cool.
Ok, so I might have been on the student council, and I might have gotten mostly A’s, but you know, I did other things too. Like, I was in the year 12 play (A Midsummer Night’s Dream, I was Puck), and the inter-school cross country, and Rock Eistedfodd, and the drama camp and the leadership camp and… OH. Yeah. OK. I WAS too school for cool. While my brother was out at parties, getting up to mischief, and even getting picked up by the police, I was at home dutifully doing my homework. When I did go out I was always back before my curfew. But oh how things have changed!
My brother is now a policeman (!) with a wife, two children a mortgage and two dogs and lives in the country. Me? I am a single, inner city dwelling, super cool media type person that does awesomely cool things and hangs out with awesomely cool people. Right? Well I thought so.
Then I met Violet.
We hung out in the park. She likes Tiny Teddies, big sunnies and whizzy dizzies. She is four and she has more cool in her little finger than I have in all of my digits combined. We took some pics, you know, to pass some time, we talked about the big questions in life, do bunnies eat chocolate? can you fit three grapes in your mouth at once? and generally hung out. She was so cool she didn’t believe any of my stories about flying people in Carlton North. Not even my fart noises were raising a giggle. I was falling flat on my face. What my older brother always knew, that I was a bit of a nerd, was becoming painfully obvious. I was being out cooled by a four year old.
But I’ve come to grips with it. Violet helped me to. Being uncool is OK. Do you know why? Because, as totally daggy as I am, when I saw Violet the next day at a picnic, she remembered me, she told me she loved me.
THAT. IS. COOL.
mini muses
Way back in the day, Pentax K1000 in hand, I could always rely on my friends to stand in front of the lens for me. We were young, fresh faced, carefree and loved to pose. Some more than others. Some MUCH MUCH more than others. Some even chose to expose waaaaaaaaaaaaay too much of themselves to my lens (oh the blackmail opportunities). Over time as the fresh faces have begun to fade, so too has the willingness to pose. Except for one of my friends. Mike.
We are old high school mates, and while there have been periods of 5 or 6 years between drinks, we have always just picked up where we left off. So when I decided it was time to pick up the camera seriously, Mike once again came to my aid with a willingness to pose. Only now Mike has three beautiful girls in tow (one being his wife!). I have shot them a few times now, you may have met Alice amongst my folio pics, and I am more and more enamoured with them everytime.
I’d like you to meet their latest edition Lucy. she is a cracker just like her mum dad and big sister, and clearly the willingness to pose is in the genes.
