Photographing SASS Desi Night

A few weeks ago, I was asked by a friend of my friend if I could photograph an event their society was organising called "SASS Desi Nite". I did not have anything else going on that night and have also unfortunately not touched my camera for a while, so I agreed. Not because they promised free food, of course. 

I haven't exactly been asked by someone apart from my friends to photograph an event before, so I was a teensy bit nervous but I told myself that it was just taking photos and I enjoy doing that. As the event started, I wandered around in search of potential shots to capture and did so throughout the whole time I was there. There were performances first, which I really enjoyed, then there were games before it ended and food was catered. As it ran through the evening into early night, it meant that it had to go through golden hour. I almost didn't mind that the light kept changing throughout the first hour because when the golden light streamed in to light the performances, I was almost giddy with delight and kept trying to see if I could get the performers from different angles just to be able to capture that glow that bathed them in.

Here are the photos. I've kept the editing to a minimal as it is for someone else (i.e. not a personal shoot) and I figured that they would prefer it that way. 

Then they had some games.

Lastly, I have been rather busy lately as I am looking for jobs or internships to apply to for the summer and alongside assignments and exams, I have been taking ages to edit photos and update my blog, but I promise that I have not abandoned it. For those viewers who follow my posts faithfully, I cannot be more flattered and thankful for your support. I will always blog whenever I can but I also want to uphold a certain quality so that's what it is :)

hollow melancholy.

I shouldn’t be struggling with words, and I just pointed out the very problem. What is my relationship with words? Dipped in them since the beginning of my life, I’ve always had blood of ink. Cut me, slice my heart and it’d be that black viscous liquid I’d bleed. There are times I’ve tried to relieve myself of them, calm my mind, embrace the silence, but temporarily. Always temporarily. Then I miss them and want them back. Although miss is perhaps the wrong word. Frantically crave. I need them back. I always want them near. 

I guess I want them close enough to be able to reach for them whenever I want to, but not so near as to drown my entire my mind out. I try to keep them within arms reach, but it’s not like they’re static. It’s not like these black markings we’ve put down on paper. Words are alive and they are roamers. You have to know the ways in which they run, but we never really know as much as we think we do.

scenes from Dublin.

A few weeks ago, my love had to go to Dublin as he was involved in the planning of an event there. Using it as a reason to travel, I went along with him. 

We woke up at four in the morning in order to catch the six O' clock bus. Having done so meant that we spent most of the journey sleeping, yet I couldn't resist when I saw the sun materialising and snapped away from over my love's shoulders. So here are the photos; both along the way and in that little city itself. Nothing particularly interesting happened, but on the way back to Belfast, we giggled over inside jokes with my head on his shoulder amidst the graduating darkness of inside of the bus. Another friend complained about that to us later, but we didn't care, knowing that we are very very happy together.