Of all the illogical fallacies, Begging the Question never sits quite right with me. I think its circular nature throws me into a confusing loop.
Bristol, England-based professional photographer Justin Quinnell turned his own mouth into a pinhole camera. He built a tiny camera using aluminum foil and a 110 film cartridge and takes awesomely unusual photos with the device inside his mouth, held in place by his back teeth. Quinnell uses his homemade camera to take tonsil-vision shots of everything from scenic travel destinations, his own feet soaking in the bathtub, a visit to the dentist and even the nightmarish image of a dead spider resting on his toothbrush as it enters his mouth. Basically he photographs anything that he thinks will make his kids laugh.
Sometimes he had to hold his mouth open, standing still, in front of his target for up to a minute for the film to be properly exposed
He said: ‘I originally invented the camera for its indestructibility, throwing it off buildings and things like that. It was after a few months of using it this way I for some reason pushed it into my mouth. Three years of Degree level photographic theory rushed through my brain and mouthy imagery evolved.’
Visit Justin Quinnell’s website to check out more of his wonderfully peculiar oral pinhole photography.
[via 22 Words and the Daily Mail]
And that’s the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn’t always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn’t even something — it’s nothing. And you can’t combat nothing. You can’t fill it up. You can’t cover it. It’s just there, pulling the meaning out of everything. That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem.
It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared.
This is actually a really good way to explain it, I think.
(Source: iamcode, via hollow-love)
I have no idea what colour my eyes are. They’re a sort of greyish-blueish-greenish grey-blue-green. And I’m not sure if my hair is either a really dark blonde, or a really light brown.
As you can see, my life is tattered chaos.
ID’d at 27. I’m not sure whether to be complimented or insulted.
"But the cruelest thing you can do to an artist is tell them their work is flawless when it isn’t. It gives them no incentive to improve or try new things, which a creative person must always strive to do."