hipstamatic lite
© catherine buca 2010
I still can’t get used to typing ‘2010′. It’s like, all futuristic and weird and stuff.
Downloaded lo-mob to my iphone to other night. I like it lots, didn’t think I would. Tried out a couple of things layering hipstamatic and lo-mob effects. This above is not one of them.
2 hipstamatic photos and my (short) hipstamatic review
both © catherine buca 2010
I really love the hipstamatic iphone app, especially the new 150 version with extra flash and film types. My (current) favourite combo is the Helga Viking lens, Ina’s 1969 film and Dreampop flash. I’ve noticed different combos look better in different conditions, but I always forget which is best when, so I tend to stick to the above combo now - it’s a pretty good all-rounder.
One niggle about hipstamatic though: while they’ve added a great new feature that lets you select a picture you like and apply whatever combo you used for it to the camera ready for the next shot, they’ve seemingly neglected the atrociously lengthy loading times. It takes an age for the app to warm up when you first open it, and then when you’ve taken the photo it takes what seems like a lifetime for the picture to ‘develop’ and the camera be ready to take the next. This, sadly, makes hipstamatic a bit useless for those sneaky, on-the-go pictures, or for anything more fast-paced than the most leisurely of strolls in a place where nothing ever happens.
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a crap study in light and its effects on the human constitution
© catherine buca 2008-2010
I’ve posted this before somewhere along the way, but I wanted to again because it’s my favourite picture. Of all time. I’m thinking of framing it and hanging it on the bathroom door. Actually, I might take pictures of things in each of my rooms and hang them on the doors in case I ever get amnesia and forget where to go (in my sprawling, palatial 2-up, 2-down).
cat
© catherine buca 2010
I used to be prissy about keeping my blog and flickr stream free of ‘crappy’ photos (subjective cat is subjective). Life’s too short though, and what’s more I couldn’t give a crap. I get just as much joy from my daft iphone app photos as I do from stick-up-my-arse polaroids and the like.















