A lot of hits get redirected to this blog when people search for the fuji natura classica. mine broke over a year ago when it fell to a hardwood floor. my heart broke harder than the camera, for sure. it was my favorite camera and took the most incredible natural light photos. it felt so good when you held it. it was perfection. if you can’t decided wether to get one or not–GET ONE. don’t hesitate another second, you’ll wonder how you ever lived without it once you have it.
I took the opportunity to look into the predecessor of the the classica, the natura S. it was always like a fairy tale legend, as it was near to impossible to get ahold of one because they are discontinued. if you ever see one on ebay, black ones go for $800+, no lie. I have some friends at White Rabbit Express who helped me get a natura S from Yahoo! Auctions. it cost me $600, the rest of my money plus all birthday monies. a wider lens and a lower aperture than the classica, I was so excited to finally own this camera!
I have had it for a year now. the case is a bit bulkier than the classica, and sometimes I get out of focus photos. the camera tries to automatically use it’s flash which is negating the purpose of itself and main talent, natural light photos. overall I do not regret all the sweat, blood (AND MONEY) it took to get one of these rare gems. but I do wish to buy another classica some day.
in this outfit, I am an unpopular 12 year old boy. but I am the type of 12 year old middle school boy who doesn’t give a shit, and wears what he likes. I probably read comics during math class and skip after school sports by riding my skateboard down to the pizza joint to play arcade games. girls probably like me, but I am too busy with my paper route and saving up for action figures to notice them. girls are gross anyway.
eat my shorts.
I am a cult classic movie in a niche market. that’s the type of girl I am, and I have always used this metaphor to remind myself not everyone wants me. this has never been a shocking discovery at a moment of awakening. I have a distinct and unwavering personality, I’m what you’re looking for or I’m not (that sentence wasn’t meant to sound “abrasive in-your-face” or anything, I think that’s just how it must be with me). Before I even got into modeling, I knew all about rejection and tried to prepare myself for it. Rejection and I are familiar friends, actually. We really got to know each other for awhile but as these things go, sometimes you lose touch. occasionally I would run into Rejection and we would acknowledge each other from afar in passing or even stop to make small talk about his wife, the kids. you know, this and that. Rejection and I will never be total strangers, I cross paths with Rejection as if we were tied by the red string of fate. it’s not a surprise to see Rejection when I do, but it can be a chore to make that pointless small exchange after all these years.
I found my old blogspot blog with a total of 14 posts ranging from 2009 to 2010. I think those were my best internet entries of the online black hole blogging abyss. I would ramble, but short and to the point. one image, no clutter, completely mindless and babbling. the best kind of blog. it was like I knew no one read it, and kept it up only for my own amusement. maybe dashed with a hint of “someone might come across this, but I doubt it” vibe. I was in a ______ time. that could be filled with any typical early 20s adjectives such as “weird” or “lazy” but those times are sort of still that kind of time. I was a little unmotivated, as I seem to recall. but a good, amusing and reflective 14 entries.
present times: still not really capitalizing letters.
currently: reading my 7th of 13 Murakami books. I am always a sucker for a story about folks of the night. one chapter in, I’m diggin it. I just finished Wild Sheep Chase which I didn’t realize was related to Dance Dance Dance, which I read first. I enjoyed both. I like Murakami’s aimless and mediocre main characters. they always get into some sort of mishap adventure involving more interesting people. sometimes I feel like those main characters, although I wish I could talk to cats.
If I have to feel like anyone right now, it’s gonna be Makimura Kaori if you must know.
1980s Tokyo, the sun has just set and the giant neon lights begin to buzz. A turn off the avenue leads to a maze of backstreets. the alleys grow darker and damper as you leave the main drag behind. less people, more trash cans. the sound of traffic and feet shuffling die down and a faint music grows louder. turning one last corner, a glow illuminates a dead end. it’s an underground music club. you wouldn’t have known it’s existence, unless you had been there before. it’s CITY HUNTER, a thriving soulful joint that has somehow sidestepped the flow of time.
Our J-pop/K-pop dance night has come so far in 6 months! from Alibi basement room to … Barboza basement room. ok, so we’re still in a basement bar, but now our night is on Capitol Hill which is the only place that matters (to people on Capitol Hill)! JK POP! is getting lots of press and making headlines! it’s really exciting. I get to dress up and pretend I’m a K-pop star. I used to dream about dancing in a club to K-pop while dancing in my bedroom. I never thought I’d ever get to help RUN the event! our last one, July 5th was pretty good considering the July 4th holiday hangover.
My mom and dad have been married for 28 years. to celebrate, my mom booked them a trip to Hawaii over a year ago. Just a few weeks before they were set to go on their anniversary, my dad was stressing out about our old family dog, Argus. so much so, he suggested I go with my mom on their trip and take his place so he could stay home with the dog. Thanks, Argus! the only great thing he has done for me, karma finally came around. a free trip to hawaii with my mom! what a ridiculous reason to end up on your parent’s anniversary trip, but I wasn’t complaining.
We spent a week together at my mom’s friend’s timeshare on the island of Kauai. it was an old hotel, but served it’s purpose of sheltering us and providing a space to make meals. right on the water, we woke up to palm trees rustling in the ocean breeze at 7am as the sun rose every day. nope, not one complaint.
no wait, I have just one. My mom is never allowed to drive a rental car ever again.
other than that, we had a great time! we are similar travel types. we like to walk around and look at shops and galleries. we like to eat a lot and try new foods. we both enjoy the downtime of reading or napping. and as long as my mom gets to beachcomb, I can wander off on cheesy tourist traps and take pictures with glee!
I spent a lot of time instagramming everything, although I did bring 3 film cameras with me. I can’t wait to get the rolls developed!
second of 5 feburary shoots, with Lonnie Webb. When I spoke to him on the phone he gave me the impression of being a long haired, laid back surfer dude in his 30s. then I met him and I was way off! It’s so interesting to meet photographers in person because they know what I look like but it’s always a surprise on my end. Lonnie was such a fun guy to shoot with. his personal style was perfectly put together that only he could pull off. coifed hair, casio watch, long gold key necklace and sweet warby parker style glasses. anyone else would have easily come off as a douche bag on first impression, but he was so charming and genuine and didn’t even swear! it was cute. what a cool guy! he’s so talented in photography, I hope to shoot with him again soon before everyone catches on to his talent and he gets too busy!!
Make up by Ja
Styled by Voss
a year ago today, I was in Tokyo. My life was great, although a challenge. I made my biggest dream come true of all time, I was living in Japan. Devin and I were only there a measly 6 weeks when the Sendai earthquake hit. we meant to stay at least 6 months. after the earthquake, explosions, tsunami, radiation, black-outs, food hoarding and general uncertainty, we had to leave the dream behind. a week later we left tokyo. 30 hours at the airport–the last place I ever wanted to be–and then back to Seattle.
I had a long list of things I wanted to accomplish while I was there. I barely knew Japanese, but was just thrilled to wake up everyday and just BE in JAPAN. It was a very difficult route to get to Japan in the first place. I didn’t have a job, and I couldn’t teach English without a university degree. I found out I was allergic to tatami mats and we didn’t have very much money to spend on things like “heat” and “food”. I had a hot water bottle to put in my futon at night to try to stay warm. I ate triangle rice balls every day from the convenience stores. I was poor, cold, with limited funds to ride the subway and hustlin er’ry day to try and find work. but as far as I was concerned, I was living the dream! I was the happiest girl on the planet, in my mind!
I have never felt connected to a huge disaster before, even when they happened to America. I’m not sure why, I have plenty of empathy to go around. I’m not even sure just by me being there the day of the 9.0 earthquake, connected me in a way, because it was on another level I felt so heartbroken over what happened. I felt like an outsider (which I literally was) but I felt there was nothing we could do but get out of the way, I suppose.
every day after the earthquake was hundreds of aftershocks. some over 6.0 more than once a day. It was an adventure, to say the least. I saw the infamous Shibuya Crossing look like a ghost town. no one was at the crossing and all the giant skyscraper video screens were turned off. I am pretty sure very few people will ever see it look like that in their lifetime. bizarro land.
I can’t believe it’s been a year. it’s always interesting to think where you were a year ago today. or 2, or 3. time and life is linear, but I’m rarely ever thinking of the present. I’m always being nostalgic or thinking of the possibilities of the future. I think things are going pretty well right now, but all I want in life is to get back to Japan!
I started reading again. It’s a bizarre thing to say, but I hadn’t read a book in ages. sure, magazines and manga I have read. instruction books and backs of shampoo bottles–but no novels in years. I worked at the largest video store in the WORLD for nearly 5 years, why would I make time to read when I could be watching any movie at any point from any country at my disposal? well it turns out books are pretty cool, and you should make the time to read.
About the last few books I have read–