Question: How many of you play video games and if you do; what is you favourite game?
I’m particularly fond of the Final Fantasy series.
This picture is a preview from the final chapter in the little story that’s been unfolding here at the Necropolis.
Model: Rose (as Emma) Stylist: Emilia Pelech Make Up & Hair: Charlie MurrayHello!
I have been doing a lot of work lately, mostly catching up on deadlines and what-have-you so I haven’t posted much new work but here is a picture I took of my friend Skye recently. More new work soon I promise.
Thank you all to those who ordered books in the last few weeks too. I still have a box left if anyone wanted to get one at http://bit.ly/NAyftR
Dropping keys, dark hallways, stuff hands clutching this key, the key. She knew it, knew every ridge. Had few possessions left now, after this week, just the key, the empty jar for food given to her by them, her tag and the key. The
Emma rushed into their kitchen. She tried the tap. She tried the tap and it worked. It wouldn’t work for long. She knew that so she drunk a pint, cool, vital, running down her throat, cleansing. Another pint was set aside, for later. Later. Bedroom now and cold, it was cold. Damp had set into the wood, penetrating, soaking its way in, making the furniture smell like any second it could just crack, crack and fall apart, flake away. Perhaps it could, would. Condensation had built on the windows, on the mirror, dripping water onto the wall.
It was their breath, she thought, their breath around her, on their mirror, on their walls. She was written in those walls. Her name. Her. Their house was far enough away that they, the officials, they hadn’t reached it yet, weren’t even close yet, so all was as she had left it. All was still hers, theirs, there.
Everything felt detached. Their home was not their home, not it, not quite, not the place she decorated, created, comfortable, warm, home. The bed wasn’t soft any more, the table made her skin crawl, everything seemed harder, more solid, less familiar. It was untouchable now, all of it, untouchable and foreign and wrong. Would she need to learn it all, learn it all again like a child? Would that place, their home, would it ever feel the same without him? Now, for now, it was a capsule, a capsule of time, and of him and of them. How long would it stay that way?
All she could think of, the only thing, was to huddle beneath blankets, keep warm, keep remembering, remembering him. The lights didn’t work any more. It was growing dark. She tucked her feet under the covers, told herself she needed to sleep, to forget, to dream and be surrounded; not by just their things but by him. Only him. She could have that, she could have it.
For now.
PT1 here… http://bit.ly/Z9MOX4
Words by me (Ellen) and Rosemarie Short.
Good afternoon! And thank you so so much for all the beautiful and thoughtful comments. I really am in great company here and I am so grateful for your response!
So I asked Prizme (my partner) to help pick this answer as I was so overwhelmed. We settled on this comment from Nick Morris.
’There’s something beautifully alchemic about the process of analogue photography. Salts of a precious metal layered onto extracts of animal fat, lovingly and carefully exposed to light, accurately directed by honed and polished glass, transformed into sporadic clumps of solid silver by an assortment of pungent and dangerous fluids, somehow arrange themselves into intricate molecular reproductions of the vision of the photographer. The emulsion itself exists in a kind of liminal intermediary space, tangible and permanent in itself but always a window into the virtual, the moment has gone and will never be repeated. It can only be relived in innumerable formulations by the viewer.’
What a comment, Thank you Nick, I should also say I looked into Nick’s work after seeing this and its really very good, please take a look. http://nickmorrisphotography.co.uk/
As an addition I thought I would send a little couple of extras, just a wee postcard set for these comments
‘Having to sleep with my hands underneath my pillow because they reek of fixer.’
from Alana Jordan as it really resonated with me as a girl who spends most of her time being told off for smelling like fixer when I come to bed, (strict rules are in place to prevent this happening hehe) so this comment made me chuckle a little.
And this comment ‘the anxiety of letting go of complete control & not knowing what will come of it’
from J Aubrey Masil. A very succinct little note, I love that. .
So please Nick Morris, J Aubrey Masil and Alana Jordan send a postal address to me@ellenrogers.co.uk and I will get these off to you on Monday.
I am so grateful again for your comments thank you; I hope to do a little competition like this whenever I can afford to do so, so please keep your eyes peeled for more of these.
The attached picture here is of my beloved Maxine, styled by Emilia Pelech and wonderful dress by Elliot Joseph Rentz.
On a side note, Prizme is looking to buy a super 16mm camera for a music project, if you are looking to sell one or have any leads please contact him at me@prizme.co.uk
Thank you all again!
In celebration of print, I would like to give away one of my c-type prints.
more info on my facebook page…
http://on.fb.me/15z1Hdl
So after the arduous task of leaving our second studio this year we decided to look closer to home for our next. It all seemed to make sense, we wouldn’t have to pay for much in extra bills and extra petrol costs and it’s all in our contained house.
We have always had this silly dream of having everything under one homely roof like Kubrick did with his family… http://bit.ly/17kARTx
So we asked our current landlord whether or not he had any other options. I hesitate to say here in true clichéd manor house tradition there happened to be a secret door behind our bookshelf and it lead to a new flat. We had always wondered what lay beyond there now we know.
We had to remove a rather large and cumbersome 70’s wardrobe from the doorway and we took it outside to burn. It turned out someone had taken the key that joined our flat to the next and broken it in the lock, so we spent several hours with a set of pliers and a torch trying to push and turn the old broken key part out of the lock. Eventually we got it out intact and tried welding it to a shaft and have it copied. Neither option worked out well so we ended up taking a saw to the lock. It was oddly nailed shut so we pulled those parts out too.
So now we have as an extension of our living area, a large shooting room, a darkroom and an office for Tobias to work in. Here are the snaps, it’s not finished yet, I despise the tacky chandelier left from a previous occupant so we will replace it with something more utilitarian but here it is in its infancy!
I can’t wait to get some of you round here for our future projects! These pictures are merely snaps to show it in its recent various stages of development; I would say we are possibly a bit more settled in by now.
You can also see that my darkroom is brown; I can confirm that this has in fact made no impact of the exposure of quality of the work I am printing! I chose this colour as it effectively reflects red and alas it works.
Please do let me know if you too are working on a work space for your artwork.
Hello again,
I am in London this weekend shooting and I look forward to returning home to work in a new darkroom/studio and taking a break (pictures soon I promise). Can anyone recommend any good films they have seen recently? I am always up for film suggestions whist working on prolonged post-processing.
For this new image I worked with two of my favourite collaborators again, Maxine and Emilia Pelech. I would like to dedicate it to my friends in Boston this week, I am thinking of you, Kris, of you.
With every passing day the industry I work in withers in some small way. Just last week I found out that the printing company I’ve used for over a decade has final run out of money and is closing its doors for the last time. With this loss goes a small part of me; I have many fond memories of bringing my fledgling work to life whilst at high school and working out the finer points of my first real exhibition all those years ago.
The printers in question ran one of the few remaining printers left in this country and, indeed, Europe that offer C-type prints at the size and price I was used to. This leaves me in a difficult position in regards to the production of the prints that I so dearly cling to for my income. They are the fuel that keeps the fire burning so to speak. I must now seek out alternative sources for the creation of these prints which will no doubt be at a higher price than before.
In advance of the closure of my beloved printers I’m expanding the options on my store so that if you have not already listed a print that you like on my store it can now be requested. Just let me know the image you’ve wanted and I’ll do my best to produce it for you. You can email me at store@ellenrogers.co.uk .
You can find an archive of my work here bloggable.ellenrogers.co.uk to make that search a little easier
Thank you so much, it has been these sales that allow me to create the work I do and I am so grateful for your support.
Please bear in mind these prices are only valid till mid May when my printers closes down.
This is an image of my muse Maxine and styled by Emilia Pelech.This is Katie West.
I first became aware of Katie though our mutual friend Warren Ellis. (I am very grateful to this man; he has inadvertently introduced me to some amazing people. I always know I can trust his judgment implicitly.) Katie was no exception. I wanted to meet her for ages.
We finally met in January (I know, I know, I am really behind on my work) and it was wonderful. We ate pizza, talked, saw Warren, took pictures, talked and we never stopped talking. I hope never to stop communicating with Katie. Her work (she is a writer and photographer) always speaks to me; her face, body and words are the most expressive I have encountered in many years. Here are some of my favourites of hers…
http://bit.ly/117OxhU
http://bit.ly/117OAdi
http://bit.ly/117Oz9g
http://bit.ly/117Oz9j
Oh and she really likes Patrick Stewart, here is the proof…
http://bit.ly/117OAdm
She is heartfelt, sincere, and fiercely honest an exceptionally kind individual I highly recommend her tumblr too!
http://bit.ly/N5qrvs
Thank you for spending time with me Katie!
P.s Update on my studio soon!
