My ‘Random Week of Attempting New Things’ will effectively be carrying on into this week, apparently. After realizing that I had no new photos to post after this last week/end and that I really can’t just abandon my blog until that happens, I figured why not talk about other people’s photography? One of the things that I haven’t done as well as I really should is look at the works of other photographers. It was something that my teachers at Loyalist always pressed on us and something that I’ve just not been wonderful at continually doing. This post (and the next one) are a bit of a cheat because I’ve known about them for ages, but! I will (hopefully) be including other photographers as I get into the swing of things.
As I sort of mentioned in one of my posts last week, I’m going to do a bit of a round up this week of some of my favourite things from this summer. Don’t worry: they’re all image based with links at the bottom of the post to take you to the original post. There’s no words to read in this one. I had a lot of fun figuring out how I wanted to set this post up and how I wanted it to look. It was also nice to go through all those posts and photos one more time before really moving on to what’s next. Tomorrow I’ll be posting about Deba, which is a little nothing of a town up in the Basque country. Even with it being so small, as I’ve been putting the post together, I realized that two weeks is a long time and there’s quite a bit to include! Anyways, that’s tomorrow so today: one last look at summer.
Yesterday I finished catching up on my trip to Sweden. And tomorrow I’ll start in on my two weeks in London, which is going to be awesome and I can’t wait because I really did love London and I have a lot I want to share with you guys.. I actually did have a whole, huge post all typed up, but it got kind of messy and out of hand, which I decided wasn’t quite what I wanted and ended up deleting it. Which is slightly ironic considering it was sort of along the lines of, “The things on my blog are not entirely my real life,”/”Life is not perfect,”/etc., which is basically stuff I know you guys already know. Continue reading
Sweden knows how to do a lot of things right. Music (ABBA, The Cardigans, Opeth, Lykke Li, Tove Styrke, Swedish House Mafia, Icona Pop, Robyn), fashion (H&M, these people, these other people and that girl we saw at 5:40 in the morning riding her bike looking more put together than anyone has a right to at that time of the day), design (I mean really: Ikea. There’s more, loads more, but that’s all I really need to prove my point.), they’ve got some flawless athletes (TBH, I just put this here because: Zlatan. Also: Björn Borg. (He’s the one on the left. Obvs.)) and then there’s food. Swedish meatballs, guys. Like, c’mon! Continue reading
Our second day in Stockholm consisted of me forgetting my water bottle in the fridge after we’d dropped the keys off (followed by two weeks of me occasionally going, “I really wish I had my water bottle,” to the annoyance of Vimbai), exploring more of Gamla Stan, heading to Drottninggatan to see if I could maybe find a water bottle (I didn’t. It was too soon and my standards high.) as well as a place to print off our tickets for our football match later that day in Linköping. Continue reading