Monday, 15 September 2014

Another Day, Another Life | Vintage Photos

Over the weekend I was going through all the photo albums and things from my school days so I can reorganise everything and I found these pictures of my family members on my dad's side. I absolutely love the classic, timeless look to these photos - there's something about photos from that time that really sucks me in. I think it's because the photos are a lot more natural than most photos today - there was no delete button, no duck faces and a major lack of fake smiles. 

Dad & his cousin (apparently)
Film photography is warm - people look beautiful, the settings are stunning and the tones you get are incredible. Digital photography is so harsh in my opinion - every pore and imperfection shows up clear as day and that ends up being the main focus of the picture. With film, no matter how stupid the expression is everyone still looks gorgeous.


As far as I know, my grandfather died when my dad was eight years old due to an injury he got as a result of being in training for the war. Sometimes I almost feel like it's a curse with the father's in our family because my dad died when I was eight too. As badly as I want kids, I hope and pray that the same thing doesn't happen to them.

My grandfather, Keith (left) and his mates
Photography back in the day really was just capturing moments for your own personal photo album. They weren't plastered everywhere and they weren't for the benefit of anybody else.

Grandad.
A brilliant portrait. This is the kind of photography I love - capturing someone in a natural environment - no studios, no lighting... just a person.
My dad when he was a little one! My brother looks a lot like him in these photos.
Hope you enjoyed. I might do another post like this once I get through scanning the rest of the album!

Saturday, 13 September 2014

FRINGE!

Yesterday I got a haircut and decided to get a fringe! I haven't had a fringe in years - I think the last time I had a front fringe was in 2008, after that I moved on to the side fringe and then ditched that when I went to university.



Honestly, I'm still getting used to it and I need to have a play and see what the best hairstyles are now that I have a fringe again, but it's fun to be able to do something different.


It's kind of funny because I look so different with a fringe - it's amazing how much a haircut can change up your look. While I was at the hairdressers I got some more colour in - for once I decided to get the same colour as last time I got my hair done so it's just kind of maintaining the colour I had before and making it a bit richer.

What's your favourite hairstyle you've ever had?

Sunday, 7 September 2014

Father's Day.

Father's day is one of my three saddest days of the year along with March 14 (the day of my dad's funeral) and October 20 (my dad's birthday). If you've been reading my blog for a while you'll know that he died when I was 8 years old and I spent a long time grieving. Last year I started seeing a counsellor to deal with my issues surrounding him as it had been 13 years since he died and I was still holding on too tightly.


This is what I do know about my dad: he was born in 1962, was a very active & sporty person who loved swimming & going to the football. He was passionate. He loved Jimmy Barnes & Cold Chisel. He had his own business as a master painter. His sister died when he was 5 and his dad died when he was 8. And most of all he was an incredible dad to my brother & I.


Last year I found the eulogy for his funeral written by my Uncle Robert (his brother) who sadly passed away two years ago and this is what one of the paragraphs said: One Sunday morning Craig decided he wanted out of Prince Henry and escaped in his wheel chair down Anzac Parade on the way to Coogee beach to watch Erin and Tom in the Minnows. If it wasn't  for the diligence of one of his carers he would have made it. 

He was strong and even though his body was weak in the last year of his life, his mind wasn't. I definitely get my strength of mind & stubbornness from him.





Although it's hard to think about all the moments he never got to be there for like my graduations and all the moments he won't be there for in the future like my wedding or the days my kids are born I have to just remember to be grateful for the time we did have together because 8 years of perfection is worth holding on to and remembering.