Charle's Angles

An early start. The earliest of starts. So blummin' early!

My dad is a hero though. Absolute winner, by offering - very kindly - to drive me to Heathrow Airport to catch the first flight of the day. It was a 3am start for a 7am flight and all went incredibly smoothly, which considering recent events regarding me and international flight, was rather nice.

I touched down in Charles De Gaulle airport and after vowing to stay away from bread (due to a week-long binge on bread during ski tour) I settled down to a store-bought-but-home-made lunch of baguette and brie -_-

I hopped on to the worst plane I've ever taken in my life operated by American Airlines and it took me from CDG to JFK, New York. Landing in NYC was absolutely unreal. For anyone who hasn't touched down, all you can see is a sprawling mass of orange street lamps (I landed at night time) and then in the distance you have downtown New York and the skyscrapers that rise up out of the horizon as luminous stalactites clumped together. It really is something special.

It turns out that I had a 12 hour lay over in JFK so I figured I'd get through security to the duty free area and find a nice comfy bench to settle down on. How wrong I was... It turns out that JFK isn't actually a 24-hour airport so 'The City That Never Sleeps' actually has a nap between the hours of 11pm and 3.30am. This meant I had the good fortune to be able to become very well acquainted with the floor as I tried to sleep intermittently on the hard marble. It wasn't too bad, in the end and I did manage a few hours even if they were spread out.

I should think that by the time I awoke and got through security it was the next day so I should probably call it quits here, on this blip entry and pick the rest up tomorrow.

Peace

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So as I mentioned previously I've been reading a lot of Ken Rockwell articles recently. One phrase that stuck in my mind in a particular article was "It's never about the subject." This initially struck me as quite bizarre, but it totally made sense when I saw this photo. This picture is not about the piano. It's not about the chair, either. The piano is used, as is the piano stool, as a red square to continue the dominating red of the carpet. The sheet music is nothing more than portrait white rectangles to contrast/compliment the landscape white rectangle that is the rear wall. The chair isn't a chair, it's a non-rectangular shape that pops out a) because of it's colour and b) because of the irregular and curved form that stands in contrast to the rest of the angular shapes in the shot. I'm trying to get back to basics and the fact that I composed this shot gives me further hope that perhaps I'm not totally destined to be a crap photographer.

Girls are better photographers than guys so I have a lot of work to do to catch up ;)