Dag tre hundrede toogtredive. So now that I have nothing better to do on Saturdays apart from laugh at the people who still have to do the crappy musical my drama group is doing this term and wait around for the lady in charge to reply to my goddamn email about directing next term's play, I figured I'd put myself to good use. That 'good use' consisted of clearing out my cellar in preparation for transforming it into a darkroom so I can process and develop and print my own photos.
Don't get me wrong, this was a premeditated decision. My dad used to have a darkroom in the cellar but with the advent of digital photography all the chemicals and flasks and slides and enlargement machines were put away to be replaced by one tiny little SD card and a computer. Which, as efficient and cheap and high+quality as it is, is no fun at all. So we cleared up the cellar, got out all the equipment and sorted it all out. Of course, since it's ten years since they've last been used, the chemicals and pretty out of date. So they'll need replacing. So will a lot of the equipment, since it's either dirty or lost. And the biggest problem of all? Oh yeah, I don't have any black-and-white film to develop. Dang.
But hopefully when I've got the film and the equipment I'll be able to start developing my own film. Sure, it's costly, but it creates some awesome stuff. And it's full of technical details and chemicals and specialised equipment, which makes me feel really cool when I use it. I dunno what it is about technical stuff but I always feel really good when I use it or do something technical. Like, really suave and cool. But that's probably just because I'm a guy.
OK, moving off-topic un petit peu (a bit), here is a house that some other guy on Flickr made. Notice anything familiar in it? Anything that reminds you of a house I built? Perhaps the Danish influence? Perhaps the Danish name? Perhaps it's the two intersecting planes and the house structure underneath? Either way, it's inspired by my Kongsholmparken Café. Which I don't mind in the slightest. Not at all. But what I do mind is that he didn't give me credit. That I mind, a lot. I don't care if he even copied mine directly, if he gives credit. What I hate is when they blatantly copy or get inspiration from me then don't mention it and pass it off as it being all their own creation. Then I get annoyed.
And on that note, I must go. Bai.