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800 g – 1.2 kg Hallon har mannen fått hem under sina “Romerska mornar”. Romarna klev upp och drog igång dagen utan frukost, för att senare njuta av en större måltid. Kalhygget, som först gjorde oss lite ledsen när vi skulle flytta hit, har visat sig vara en skatt. Hallon har vi lärt oss, är bland det första som växer upp när allting annat tagits ner. Kalhyggen erbjuder därför ofta enorma mängder. Vad vi trodde var ett oanvändbart område, är i själva verket ett vildvuxet Hallonland med gratis självplock.

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Apparel by Sanna K

I Beijing runt 2015 drog jag igång ett projekt som föddes lite ur att jag hade beef med existerande populär utförandet av mode reklam. Kort sagt, så är det skit.

Bara så arg på hur löjligt, korkat och missledande bilderna ofta är. Hur modellerna ska vara sådär glansiga. Absolut vackert, men så onaturligt. Det är ju för inte så vi ser ut! Det är alltså inte så det kommer så ut när någon har kläderna på sig!! Visa mig något jag har nytta av i er jävla bilder istället. Lite så kände jag väldigt många år och en dag bestämde jag min för att göra något åt det, efter att jag länge undrat varför man inte bara kunde få se lite reklam som visar upp kläderna i en miljö som känns lite genuin? Varför levereras inte en realistisk bild av varrt en produkt eller ett klädesplagg används? Fjällräven verkar ha fattat det iaf. Men Axe är väl bästa exemplet på motsatsen.

Inser att när det kommer till klädreklamer och dess realism, må vara en klassfråga. För mig är det ju inte ett dugg realistiskt att bada i en så stor lyxig pool i den där bikinin som säljs eller ha dn där solhatten på en lång vid strand. Men den det är det ju för någon annan. Det är helt enkelt inte mig dem vill åt?

Vilket som, så tyckte jag att reklam borde göras annorlunda. Kläder borde fotograferas mer som ett slags dokumenterande, fast med glimten i ögat. Ett reklam uppslag borde inte bara vara en konstigt bild med en logga på, utan borde säga mer. Vad är det för material? Har den fickor? Det ska vara informativt, uppmålande och spännande. Realistiskt. Genuint. Det ska vara realistiskt, även om arrangerat. Rätt pose eller rörelse visar massa egenskaper av ett plagg. Tankarna i allt mitt klagande över dålig reklam ledde vidare till “Gör det bättre själv då!” vilket fick mig att börja klura på, “Men hur??”

Att inte veta hur jag gör det bättre själv, var fröet till projektet. Idén till Fotoprojektet Apparel by Sanna K var enkel. Ta bilder på folk i kläder. Bilder som visar plaggens egenskaper och miljöer dem är skapade för att användas i. En regnjacka i regn. En dansklänning på en klubb. Osv.

I brist på andra alternativ så bar jag alla hattar. Stylist, MUA, AD dirigerar, Fotograf och Editor. Eftersom de flesta kläderna kom från min egen garderob, kunde jag preppa en hel del i min ensamhet. Nu idag har jag separat garderob för mig och min studio. Det har gått bra att modella i bilderna själv också, men är ganska utmattande. Jag har dessutom en tendens att flumma ur helt och tappa spåret då. Det blir för mycket lek av det hela när jag är ensam.

Såhär går ett sesh till

Första mötet
Dem flesta sessioner började med et möte där jag visade min inspirationsbok. Det var en vit pärm där jag samlat reklam bilder. Från den väljer modellen ut alla hon/han tycker är intressanta. Sen pratar vi om dem. På så vis hittade vi vart våra preferenser möts och känner varann lite bättre.

Kläderna
Ofta fick jag gå igenom modellernas garderober, vilket var kul för oss båda och väldigt praktiskt. Hemma vet jag ju precis vad som finns, och vart efter projektet går framåt så bli alternativen färre då jag inte vill använda samma igen.

Postprocessering
Catherine här under var min första modell och jag lät det hela vara ganska rått. Fullkomligt ointresserad av att ta bort alla blemmor. Idag däremot gör jag annorlunda för att allting temporärt tycker jag ändå bara distraherar. Folk tittar på den här bilden och undrar mer över varför jag lämnat kvar blemmor runt munnen, istället för att titta på kläderna. Det är dessutom bar temporära märken. Inget som är en del av hur hon ser ut, som tex ett födelsemärke. Sånt däremot, får man absolut inte ta bort.

Mantrat, koden
Respekt för modellen, plagget och köparen. Det är den viktiga koden genom hela processen. Hur jag gör det bäst samtidigt som jag framhäver kläderna och skapar ett professionellt slutresultat, är något jag efter varje färdig shoot får lite mera klarhet i. Inget skall göras till, ingen kund skall manipuleras till dåligt själv förtroende för att få et sälj. Allt ska ske bara , rätt os lätt precis som det är. Tröjan är vad den är. Köp den eller inte.

Nu under 2020 är jag tillbaka i tanken att det ska vara studiobilder. Kontinuitet som är möjlig, gör det enklare att ge all uppmärksamhet till kläderna. Men den vackra mossiga skogen jag har bakom mitt hus är för lockade att ta modebilder i, så det kommer hända. Och det kommer bli skitbra.

Catherine White 2016, vardags piffad. Bekväm o redo.

Kläder ska ju va kul! Kläder kan vara lika vackra som praktiska om man har en klok designer bakom a la Gudrun Sjöden. Kläder kan också gå helt överstyr och se ut som rymd skräp a la Prada 2018.

Mitt klagande på reklam gjorde mig galen och hjälpte ingen, så Apparel by Sanna K blev min metod att ta saken i egna händer. Själv skulle jag hitta ett nytt sätt att fota kläder. En idé för att allt skulle kännas lite verkligt och genuint, var att släppa igenom genuin karaktär i bilderna. Vist var jag AD Stylist och Fotograf, men modellen var ju modellen. Alltså fick hennes karaktär avgöra lite rörelse/posering o scen.

Nadya tex var boxare, så jag bjöd in min själv till ett av hennes träningspass. Bad henne göra vad hon alltid gör, fast i en outfit jag bestämt.

Vit ärmlös topp med en cleant mönstrad kjol. Kombon funkar både på fest, bjudning och kontor.

Se alla bilder på Nadya här på min Smugmug

Under projektets gång kom jag ibland av mig lite beroende på vem o vad jag fotade, men allt var en del av min egen skola. En slags undersökning i uttryck blandat med att prova min egen förmåga. Onekligen sprang jag på en hel del hinder. Professionell ljusättning tex är a och o för imponerande reklam bilder. Hur får man till den proffsiga känslan utan att sudda ut verkligheten? Det är frågan. Än idag.

Projektet borde för övrigt heta, Style by Sanna K. Eftersom jag endast klätt på modeller och tagit bilder. Inte designat kläderna själv.

A few things to know before having your picture taken


Here is candid moment portrait of my friend Kyle, actually taken the first time we ever met. In Beijing the second hand market is basically non existing, because the Chinese in general now wants everything new. Which is completely understandable due to their history. Fashion and shopping is not a new concept to us as it for them, so ofc there is a craze now. Buying someone elses old things is simply not desirable at all, especially since new stuff is so cheap anyway. And it seems people are looking for pretty things, not high quality things. In the west we are more and more growing tired of buying things that we need to replace, but we have been doing it for so long already – here they haven’t quite reached that point yet. So foreigners are arranging SWAP MEETS, and that’s how I met this guy. Melissa of Juice by Melissa hosted one, with cocktails, and this guy was sitting outside with his best buddy Damo drinking. Of all the people there, I felt the two of them were where the party was at. And I was right. Sat down with a drink, and then the three of us left pretty soon together and hung out all day and most of the evening too.

Kyle is very photo genic, not because of how handsome he is, but because of his emotions. Kyle is not to deceive anyone, ever to pretend. It is like self consciousness does not exist within him. In all pictures I have taken of him, his open mind and open heart comes through. He never asks him self what face he should make, or how he should keep his shoulders when I am taking a picture of him, he is just engaging with me. This is what I urge people to do. Breath. Just be. Keep yourself, or make yourself comfortable – and the chill vibe you’re trying to force will come naturally. Allow it to be quite between pictures. Allow the pictures to happen and don’t get intimidated by the the big clunky piece of gear called a camera. Stay within yourself. Close your eyes for two whole minutes and just count second for every in and exhale. Do whatever you need to do, to bring yourself back in as soon as consciousness or silly worry has taken you over. In all pictures you, the successful ones, you need to feel like yourself. There are moments in life, where you are your absolute most truest self. What is that moment for you?

I like keeping my body busy with very manual labor, while focusing my head on something creative so mine is when I am singing while doing house hold chores or painting. That is the absolute best place for me to be at, which is why I enjoy having the house to myself pretty often.

Think about what is yours, and see if it is possible to recreate that for real, or as an idea, for your shoot. Atleast I am the kind of photographer who would do everything I can to recreate that environment for you. If your photographer isnt willing to work with you like that, you can do it in your own head by taking yourself there. Visualize.

Other than that, I have found some people on youtube helping prepare people more systematically for a photoshoot. So, these might help too.

INSOMNIUM at Yu Gong Yi Shan

A late brunch at Schiller’s is always a good idea. Especially with your most vulgar buddy who loves drinking, smoking, cursing and trashing people. Through him, I get to release my eccentricity and it’s amazing. When with him we are fabulous in a world not good enough for either of us. A diva duo giving zero fucks escaping into a fairytale where I am not the queen, but where to I always make sure to bring one.

Its like I enter a different mind space when with him. Because I am not an arrogant son of bitch usually, but with him, I am absolutely obnoxious, but not rude. Still to the point I know I’d wish to slap myself if I’d walk by myself. But that’s ok… because I am many things. All of my mind spaces has to respect and give room for the others, no matter how contradictive they are.

We met up at Schillers for late brunch. 2 Qing Dao drafts and a 90 kuai awesome snack plate later, we headed over to ADAM’S. Adam’s is a gaybar run by a guy named Mondo, who has hired Hathor a.k.a Heather to be the hostess. Mondo is a bitch diva for sure, teaching the other ladies Beyonce moves and how to properly put on the whole doll face in make up. ADAM’S, I believe, has been created for his personal use. The club is his playground. Men come and men go, and no night is ever slow! Each event he has planned has full attendance and a hot n’ sweaty dance floor where the the guests and employees are all having a great time. Never have I seen before a bar with staff enjoying themselves they way they do here. On our way through Sanlitun we got photographed by a middle aged man with a lens mostly used by bird watchers out in deep forests. But hey, those are great for bored men with expensive cameras hanging out by shopping malls as well.

I do wonder what they do with those pictures…

3 Pinacoladas later we headed towards my hutong to go see mom. I was supposed to be joining her for a Metal event tonight and I was running late. We got on the bus for a few stations until we realized that SHIT! We wanted a beer and a smoke. So we got off as soon as we spotted one of those Alcohol and Tobacco stores. Then there we sat, drumming on an old empty cardboard box that once used to store beer, with Zhong Nan Hai smokes and Yan Jing Beer in hand. This is when we finally started working on our own version of Androgynous. Such a lovely tune. We gathered a small crowd who were all very discretely listening and filming with their phones, but pretending they weren’t listening.

Eventually we stumbled in at home just in time. We walked her to the venue, walked back home to walk the dogs, then Finn got tired as hell and went home. Shit, I was hella drunk and tired now too but I had stuff to do. So as anybody would do, I had a drunken 20 minute spread eagle nap on my living room floor, before I patted my face with some powder, put on some red lipstick, drew my liner perfectly, combed my hair and took off. Ran back to grab my camera and my fifty. Then I spent 20 minutes drinking my fifth beer of the day on a high chair at the back of the show, trying to figure out wether or not my mom was still. During my sixth beer of the night, I spotted a a small lady in a black hoodie with a big camera on the right side of the stage. It couldn’t be anybody else.

ABITCHINADRESS

ABITCHINADRESS

Around the corner from our Hutong there is a small clothing shop owned by a very cool Chinese woman in her late 30s. One day I came in there feeling a bit under the weather, and she gave me food to bring home and put in my cupboards. It would make me feel better she said. The shop is sitting in between a sexshop selling fake vaginas and buttholes, and a Xin Jiang Restaurant giving people the runs everyday. Great location!

Yesterday I walked in feeling hyper on coffee and asked if she’d lend me something to play with. Sure sure, she said and helped me find a few beautiful garments that would fit me, but in styles I usually told me to just pick out what I wanted.

I was supposed to give each dress 1 hour and return them the same day, but it didn’t happen that way. Instead, the dresses are still with me. And today I finally have the time and light to do it.

These 2 images are shot with a Nikon D700 body,  80 – 200 2.8 Zoomlens.

I placed myself 4 meters away from the camera to get a proper head to toe shot. That’s all the space I had. See how I am almost sitting together with the background? Th

With the camera being attached to such a heavy lens it was very bulky to try and set still somewhere. I almost even gave up. Atleast uttered a few growls in the process. Plus the external flash was a factor! I stanced that up with a garlic (not a clove obviously..) to keep it from tilting the whole image. The lens itself was steadied with a rolled up kitchen apron. Worked beautifully! But the idea was faulty from start.

What I should have done, and will do today.

I should not have bothered with the zoom. The effect of it is bot coming through anyway, since the background is too close for the chosen aperture. The texture of the fabric (Ikea blanket) is too clear. So it becomes a distraction, rather than something soft and pleasant in the distance. Its clarity gives it too much attention. It buries the model.

To bring her, me, out more I need to step away from the bg and open up the aperture. I shot these at a F/5.6, which is enough, if the background isn’t about 20 cm away. You need about a metre, but I didn’t have that to spare. So fuck the zoom!

Today I’m whipping out my 50, and will try again. Wish me luck.

Social experiment.


About 2 months ago I stopped shaving.
No particular reason, I just ran out of fresh blades and the store stopped selling them. Refusing to buy single use with plastic handle. Just like I refuse to buy tampons and stuff like that. I want to let my body grow in the way it wants, and not be forced into creating garbage to try and conceal it. The whole idea is just dumb. The solution to not using tampons, is to use a Mooncup. Google it.

There is only one thing I worry about when it comes to this social experiment. In June this year I will be attending 2 weddings, and I am not sure I can go through all that feeling furry like this. There might be a freak out and a panic shave.

But that’s the thing. WHY?! Why is it so hard to be natural among people? The hair isn’t even a problem itself. It doesn’t hurt anybody and it doesn’t hurt me. It’s just considered gross. And unfeminine. And that whole phenomenon is something I consider to be fucked up.

If hair is not for women, why do I have it to begin with? Why is it a part of the body I was given, if I am not supposed to have it? Same thing with all parts of our sex organs. Why on earth are there still traditions removing anything from there unless it is required for health? As a species, should we not allow ourselves to live as we are? Instead of being pigs walking on 2 legs we should enjoy rolling in the mud.

In the end, we will all be happier that way.

So what is the “social experiment”? The experiment is simply to check peoples reactions. I want to see if I get any negative response directly to my face. Probably not. Most likely I i will feel strange and self conscious wearing heels and make up at a bar with hairy legs and armpits to match my dazzling outfit. Will my life be any different at all in social situations? Probably not. But I asked myself this question, because I am skinny blond so people like making assumptions about me. Being hairy isn’t one of them! – What will the reaction be when they notice I have black hairs on my ankle longer than 1.5 cm? I still don’t know because it has been cold outside. I feel it is my obligation in this position to screw with peoples heads. Make them aware of their own assumptions.

Ok, so a lot of things are happening here at once. To avoid confusion, lets just talk about this image above for a bit. The beauty lies in the eye of the beholder ofc, but I like it because of how androgynous the woman in the picture is. However, that was never the plan. This picture, as well as the one up top, came to be during my cathardic shoot yesterday. But this picture says something else because the smeared out lipstick gives a beard affect here. It makes me wonder if the person in the picture is a woman dressed as a man, or a man dressed as a woman. And I like it because just recently, I discovered this song.

Clown to everyone but self

I love pictures. I love expressions. I love feelings. Emotions. Capturing and creating them. Watching them and experiencing them. Portraying them. So I decided against using models. Instead I am just gonna go with it.

What it?
– I’m not sure.

But it’s time to play and I already started.

I have started to follow my impulse to get in front of the camera when I am feeling very emotional. I wonder if I one day will manage to capture my own true anger even.

This morning being the second day of my period, naturally I felt like an old bag of  something gross no matter what I wore or did to clean myself up. This feeling will linger til a new cycle starts. It will get me every month for a long time and I gotta learn to deal with it. To not stop my life when it happens. To be ok with my mind being a little negative. it. To not let it affect me. I realize that I am not my body. That I am not even mind – but in control of whats in between.

Still! I sit there, complaining about my cramps and swollen body that feels like something somebody pulled out of a well.  “Ah fck this shit I am not going outside today.” Overwhelmed by the feeling of no matter how much I comb this hair, or how much make up I wear – Its not feeling any better.

I guess one could consider it being “stuck” in between rather than “in control” in between, but that depends completely, 100%, on how you choose to see it. Nobody can tell you how to consider yourself. But it’s your job to make the 2 stay together.

I wanted to portray the feeling.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Clown to everyone but self” is a misleading title. Since it refers to a second idea to explain this picture with, that came up after it was finished. Drunk girl oblivious to how she’s perceived Arrogant and sure of her self, when everyone else is questioning. But she has no idea, since she never cares to look anybody in the eyes.