Monthly Archives: October 2009

Tatiana

Chest bone

Thumbnail: Three quarter body
Thumbnail: Bust
Thumbnail: Legs
Thumbnail: Hand
Thumbnail: Torso

Lying down

Some por­traits of Tatiana. As a per­son into voyeurism (more specif­i­cal­ly, on the end being observed), she’s more com­fort­able with her clothes off than on. I love work­ing with peo­ple who are com­fort­able with their bod­ies. You get total cre­ative free­dom, instead of the frus­tra­tion of hav­ing to walk on eggshells, lest you offend a mod­el’s sen­si­bil­i­ties.

I’ve dis­cov­ered that when doing nude pho­tog­ra­phy, you need to open up the aper­ture so that a greater por­tion of the per­son is in focus than in con­ven­tion­al por­traits. If you focus on only the eyes, you lose the nudi­ty and it becomes a dis­trac­tion. If you focus on naked­ness, you lose the eyes and it becomes vul­gar.

Ottawa Foodies Pot Luck

Digging in

Thumbnail: Roof-patio view
Thumbnail: Cheese on baguette
Thumbnail: Cookies
Thumbnail: Pie
Thumbnail: Pizza
Thumbnail: Pulled pork
Thumbnail: Rhubarb pie
Thumbnail: Salad
Thumbnail: Spread and toast
Thumbnail: Tofu stew

Cherry tomato pizza

Tiana brought me as her guest to the Ottawa Foodies pot luck, run by Pam1, and held on a rooftop patio right on Bank Street. It was a true potluck, where no one knew what any­one else was bring­ing.

The Ottawa Foodies usu­al­ly gath­er in the Ottawa Foodie forums, where they dis­cuss recipes and restau­rants in Ottawa, so this was the first in-per­son meet­ing for many. Many did­n’t know each oth­ers real names, so there were intro­duc­tions like, “Hi, I’m MissMuffins862”, or ‚“Hi, I’m Thomas, aka BagelRapist”.

I don’t think Tiana was quite ready for the food dorks, the type of which I was already some­what accus­tomed to dur­ing my time at the com­put­er sci­ence pro­gram at Ottawa U. I’ve deter­mined that food dorks are just as bad as wine snobs and com­put­er geeks. For exam­ple:

There were two guys who got into a heat­ed argu­ment about the kind of fat used in Mcdonald’s french fries. One of these guys also preached to me about the ben­e­fits of good rice, (and me — being Chinese — knew absolute­ly noth­ing about rice). There was one guy who said, “I’m doing a doc­u­men­tary on the youngest head chef in the ———- region”. I asked “Wow, how did he get that posi­tion?”, and his reply was “His par­ents own the restau­rant”. Then real­iz­ing the fact that nepo­tism ruins the cred­i­bil­i­ty of his ini­tial state­ment, he fol­lowed this with “He also made a flow­er­less brown­ie at 11.” Tiana asked, “Did he invent it?”. “No, he fol­lowed a recipe”. At that point, Tiana and got silent and we just looked at each oth­er.

But what some of these peo­ple lack in social skills, they make up for in culi­nary abil­i­ties, and the food was amaz­ing.

So I basi­cal­ly hung out with Tiana the whole time, and pigged out on every­thing I could. By the end of the night, my truf­fles, usu­al­ly rolled in coco pow­der to pre­vent them from stick­ing to each oth­er, had turned into a truf­fle.

  1. Who also hap­pens to know Tim. Ottawa is real­ly small. []

The Song Will Be Mine

For a while now, I’ve had a cycle of favourite songs, but none of them have last­ed very long. The “favourite” slot is only a tem­po­rary posi­tion, which should real­ly be called “song-of-the-moment”. I real­ized I start­ed doing this because none of my music is sacred any­more — every time I hear an old favourite, there’s a mem­o­ry that’s asso­ci­at­ed with it — so I’ve been look­ing for new favourite mate­ri­als, try­ing to find new mate­r­i­al that’ll be mine.

Here are the last eight, in order from least to most recent (going back a few months).

Leonard Cohen — A Singer Must Die

When I first heard this song, I did­n’t know what it was about, but the words drew me in. Cohen paints this strik­ing image of a singer in a court­room, set to melan­choly and min­i­mal­is­tic acoustic gui­tar.

Then read me the list of the crimes that are mine,
I will ask for the mer­cy that you love to decline.
And all the ladies go moist, and the judge has no choice,
a singer must die for the lie in his voice.

And I thank you, I thank you for doing your duty,
you keep­ers of truth, you guardians of beau­ty.
Your vision is right, my vision is wrong,
I’m sor­ry for smudg­ing the air with my song.

I lat­er dis­cov­ered that Cohen wrote it about all artists even­tu­al­ly sell­ing out (the lie in his voice), and this idea that women are turned on by a singer being mar­tyred for it. I love this idea, because I’m always caught between try­ing to retain my artis­tic integri­ty, and at the same time try­ing to appeal to the mass­es to make mon­ey so I can con­tin­ue being an artist and have bet­ter tools that would help me express myself.

Clann Zú — One Bedroom Apartment

Declan de Barra wrote this about his fiancee of five years leav­ing him. It’s filled with the most intense­ly per­son­al lyrics, com­bined with moments of dis­tor­tion and stark­ness. In an inter­view, he once said that this song defines the album, Black Coats and Bandages, and he had to write parts of it in the third per­son because oth­er­wise it’s just too emo­tion­al if he sang it pure­ly from the first per­son. The most com­mon line in the song, repeat­ed qui­et­ly as the piano rolls on, is “I will nev­er love again”. I almost wrote an entire entry ded­i­cat­ed to this song, because I was iden­ti­fy­ing with the lyrics so much at that moment. I read a com­ment once on this song that said, “The goal in life is to nev­er be able to relate to this song”. I agree.

Muse — Map of the Problematique

My favourite song off Black Holes and Revelations. I only like it because it moves so well. That’s pret­ty much it. There’s a break­down of gui­tar at the 1:48 mark that gets me every time.

Clann Zú — Words For Snow

The first song off Clann Zú’s first album com­plete­ly rais­es the bar on any­thing else they ever did. I just lis­ten for the last half of the song. It builds and it builds with the snare drum, then the music recedes, until all you can hear is Declan de Barra speak­ing in his thick Irish accent, right into a smat­ter­ing of STRINGS and BASS and Declan scream­ing AND HE CRIED OUT FOR CHRIST’S SAKE HELP ME, FOR CHRIST’S SAKE GET ME OUT OF HERE, GOD OF ALL SICK THINGS GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!” and then quar­ter note rests into fuck­ing strings times two and god I just came in my pants.

Magneta Lane — Wild Gardens

Okay, it should real­ly be some­thing like five songs on this list by Magneta Lane, because of their two fan­tas­tic albums, but the one that start­ed it all was Wild Gardens (it has a cute video too). This song makes me think of sun­ny days, and green, and par­ties under foliage. I espe­cial­ly like it when Lexi Valentine says, “Now dar­ling she can’t keep on waiting/Till you give a fuck that she’s fad­ing”. I’m still sav­ing enough mon­ey for three engage­ment rings so I can pro­pose to this band.

Magneta Lane

Star Fucking Hipsters — Until We're Dead

This punk rock pow­er-group, lead by Stza as his side-project from Leftöver Crack, is still char­ac­ter­ized by the calm before (and after) the storm; in this case, gen­tle piano that book­ends the catchy melodies and pow­er riffs. Until We’re Dead adds the cute female vocals of Nico de Gaillo, which gives their sound a nice bit of con­trast against Stza’s raspy voice.

Okay, so this song was only top for two days, but it remains in my top ten, and I still play it when I need that extra boost of ener­gy. Works espe­cial­ly well as the first song when leav­ing the house.

No Motiv — Empty

I final­ly found a copy of No Motiv’s album, And The Sadness Prevails. I first gave this song a real­ly good lis­ten when I was deliv­er­ing cas­es for work, which means I was soak­ing up the sun on the high­way, which is exact­ly how I’ve ever heard every oth­er No Motiv album. So, there’s always this per­pet­u­al image of sum­mer that I asso­ciate with them. This is prob­a­bly tied as the best song on the album, pure­ly for the hook and the lyrics in said hook:

Eventually I’ll be left here feel­ing emp­ty again
I’m still so con­fused about the part where you said
That you’re in my way
There is no one that can give me inspi­ra­tion like you
And I’m still won­der­ing why

so I’ll keep ask­ing
do you like what you see?
because this is all of me
so here I wait for you

Leonard Cohen — Take This Waltz

And this brings me back to right now. I’m pret­ty much obsessed with this song, an English lan­guage ver­sion of the Spanish poem Pequeño vals vienés. It’s so unlike any oth­er Cohen song before it. I like the idea of giv­ing a song to some­one, which I nat­u­ral­ly relat­ed to. This also offi­cial marks the tran­si­tion of his instru­ments to syn­the­siz­ers, a tran­si­tion I was dread­ing, but sur­vived with an acquired taste.

Natalie MacLean — Why Subscribe?

Natalie MacLean — award-win­ning wine writer, speak­er, judge, and author of the book “Red, White and Drunk All Over: A Wine-Soaked Journey from Grape to Glass” — com­mis­sioned me to make a video to sell sub­scrip­tions to her wine newslet­ter.

This was real­ly fun to do, as Natalie is very fun­ny, pleas­ant, and nat­ur­al, both in per­son and in front of the cam­era.

Shot with a Canon Vixia HF100, and edit­ed in Final Cut Pro. Soundtrack Pro was used for audio edit­ing, and Magic Bullet used for fil­ters.

Hide And Seek

Sometimes, when cer­tain songs come on, a tinge of jeal­ousy will strike me.

I’ve been known to be very pos­ses­sive about my music, because songs often mark my mem­o­ries and expe­ri­ences. These melodies I keep to myself mean much me, and I don’t share them with just any­one. A per­son has to be spe­cial before I let them hear it. They have to be able to appre­ci­ate the music. They have to deserve it.

I gave her my Eva Cassidy, Blonde Redhead, Vincent Gallo, Sia, Hooverphonic, Postal Service, Iron and Wine, Knife, Mars Volta, Shane Watt, and Scott Matthew. I let her in, I shared with her so many chords that stir up emo­tion in me, I ren­dered myself vul­ner­a­ble, and now I can’t lis­ten to some of them with­out think­ing of her. It seems unfair that I gave her so much, that I sac­ri­ficed things I hold so dear and sacred in my heart, with noth­ing to show for it.

But when I hear Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap, I start believ­ing that I’ve come out ahead.

One night, we sat in silence as she showed me this haunt­ing video, and it moves me now as much as it did when I first heard Imogen’s ethe­re­al voice fill­ing my head with lay­ers upon lay­ers of haunt­ing har­monies. Ironically enough, it’s been help­ing me through this peri­od, because I feel like I’m not the only one who was start­ing to get com­fort­able, let­ting the dust set­tle, only to have every­thing change, and to dis­cov­er cir­cu­lar inden­ta­tions in the car­pet where the fur­ni­ture used to sit, the sun-bleached dis­coloura­tion on the walls out­lin­ing places where pret­ty pic­tures once hung.

This song has made up for every­thing, not only because it brings com­fort and com­pa­ny to me now, but because it reminds me that every­thing I did was worth it too.