Tag Archives: mask

That face, or not

Tuesday 16th February 2021, 9.00am (day 3,463)

Kylieskin, 16/2/21

Ten full days have passed without a single human appearing on this blog, in any form. Here are two — one frozen in time, idealised, commercialised. The other mobile, but faceless, distant, dehumanised. I can interact with neither. And the trouble is, I’m not evern sure what is better, any more.

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Room B3.3

Friday 4th December 2020, 2.15pm (day 3,389)

B3.3, 4/12/20

For the first time since the 6th March, face-to-face contact with actual University of Manchester students. And even then I should apparently not have been doing this. However, I’ve kinda stopped caring. I like this picture because it was just the shot I wanted to take when I pressed the shutter, and I got it on the first attempt. Mug, mask, maze of wires and all.

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Unequivocal guidance

Wednesday 7th October 2020, 6.55pm (day 3,331)

I’m not a ‘mask shamer’. There are plenty of people out there who for one reason or another can’t wear one, particularly not for any length of time, and everyone else just needs to live with that fact. But all the same, this signage did make me laugh.

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Under surveillance

Sunday 2nd August 2020, 1.10pm (day 3,265)

Masked Lego figure, 2/8/20

It is five years to the day since I took probably my favourite picture of this blog, and certainly the one I worked hardest to get — the one of the summit of Kilimanjaro.  In 2020, such expeditions have become pipe dreams, although being fair about it, there have just been nine pictures in a row that were not taken on home turf.  But I am back here in Hebden Bridge for a few days at least, and there’s work to get back to.  Here, there at least remain toyshop owners with a sense of wry humour.

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An inanimate object with a secret inner life

Tuesday 27th March 2018, 12.10pm (day 2,406)

Tripod, 27/3/18

It’s student video-making season: Sissi (bottom left) becomes the latest to come to my office and point a camera at me for sundry purposes. While she reviewed her footage, I became intrigued by her tripod. This is an inanimate object with a secret inner life if ever there was one. People go to certain clubs dressed like this.

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