tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-52525514765749870292024-03-05T02:05:05.439-08:00Natasha M. KaserNatasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-61122014937242409342010-06-21T22:12:00.000-07:002010-06-21T22:41:48.498-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguI2z-9n4g0UWHTqlja7g3qH_x-XclCSM8RyetXzoy2Dr8OomzVz5qmVe-Q-isVXWDBLghEHbNUKjay7DgglcNbsGbXZKrts1f1hpTJLvkB3FZHstzIb87OZrixK2bDGrT1QvRuttr93A/s1600/mem18.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguI2z-9n4g0UWHTqlja7g3qH_x-XclCSM8RyetXzoy2Dr8OomzVz5qmVe-Q-isVXWDBLghEHbNUKjay7DgglcNbsGbXZKrts1f1hpTJLvkB3FZHstzIb87OZrixK2bDGrT1QvRuttr93A/s400/mem18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485461888637378210" /></a><br /><br />When I was seven, my family moved to a suburb outside of Paris. We lived there for ten months, until my fathers job moved us back to England. <br />I loved living there so much, that I have had a disillusioned sense of French pride ever since. Of all the places I have lived, I think it is still my favourite - I remember looking out of the car window in wonderment as my father drove us through Paris one night. All the lights, architecture, people and even the amount of cars on the road amazed me, especially since I was used to far more quaint qualities: the village we lived in in England had one major street named "the street"!<br />I like to look at the photos from that year we spent dans La Celle-Saint-Cloud in our idyllic house (my bedroom had a balcony that over looked our street! Too cute to believe, right?!), here are some of them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3oVsHsiyRqcH5JBiEz4tqU_oSloOG1ROfoGOkkRIcvS8RwgT4dGdu5KQXtd7XcPOkuVZlwT8ldujMhIEC3iOxExrrkGlOfDv_kLogaYDbPWtF7VYfhRJ9t17EJpWBSZvZa7Bru3uckWo/s1600/mem01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3oVsHsiyRqcH5JBiEz4tqU_oSloOG1ROfoGOkkRIcvS8RwgT4dGdu5KQXtd7XcPOkuVZlwT8ldujMhIEC3iOxExrrkGlOfDv_kLogaYDbPWtF7VYfhRJ9t17EJpWBSZvZa7Bru3uckWo/s400/mem01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485465893548526498" /></a><br />Even though schools in France don't have school uniforms, I liked to wear my english school dress from time to time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJbeF-oKR73Ri0v_VDad6CtkO4fWNj7p8h-L2sz3CNuin45-wVtAhmPXuDKZ3zBrxYcpxSAv3L4XUE0SKbrwLqRmbRJIkCSphH6UG1MbCfC7-6CpmOgU4JIuN64q_8yjzgelvlL0WmNmI/s1600/mem05.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJbeF-oKR73Ri0v_VDad6CtkO4fWNj7p8h-L2sz3CNuin45-wVtAhmPXuDKZ3zBrxYcpxSAv3L4XUE0SKbrwLqRmbRJIkCSphH6UG1MbCfC7-6CpmOgU4JIuN64q_8yjzgelvlL0WmNmI/s400/mem05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485466406704933314" /></a><br />In Paris.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj02c1TLuPaHB2BKx9LcH9plv0Fo3qa-_pUC03vlRw-Yu6TbzSYRXwVr7ncczhZrT77mxanXogyY0z5c_rQn623VHLja2PqfSZ-IpVd7h9lzTnoA88AH5kBOyeIvyz-r2GoZHVuLoVLqzg/s1600/mem13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj02c1TLuPaHB2BKx9LcH9plv0Fo3qa-_pUC03vlRw-Yu6TbzSYRXwVr7ncczhZrT77mxanXogyY0z5c_rQn623VHLja2PqfSZ-IpVd7h9lzTnoA88AH5kBOyeIvyz-r2GoZHVuLoVLqzg/s400/mem13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485466691258525618" /></a><br />Ah yes, our house.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik0Lb1eSOKQVegVL-T05Ia2j10Cq4ZdBj7a6_1rkyHBg3QsQy3-Sc4uwS4AVSbmOK0UMdBt7GZO3wCy5EZI5Zz8QBMe6Ub5S5Cv_ZHazyTxmqrc3XJHrWAcWVMchBUsH6h5nNoHSSvT8k/s1600/mem20.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik0Lb1eSOKQVegVL-T05Ia2j10Cq4ZdBj7a6_1rkyHBg3QsQy3-Sc4uwS4AVSbmOK0UMdBt7GZO3wCy5EZI5Zz8QBMe6Ub5S5Cv_ZHazyTxmqrc3XJHrWAcWVMchBUsH6h5nNoHSSvT8k/s400/mem20.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485466883165257730" /></a><br />Oh wait, <span style="font-style:italic;">this</span> was our house.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2drTitufZTXmMPx1fUZ0Pr-Lu2NxMN8hyZMhrovDaQAOtBwHoFaPnc3iEP4OTxpNLbdm6ykMq87mobym-9_mAlX1NrUA5ci2DRzTpcfP1dT5PmMQCgvI_66eh6tHPcRVO0Mxfe0VAzsg/s1600/mem16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2drTitufZTXmMPx1fUZ0Pr-Lu2NxMN8hyZMhrovDaQAOtBwHoFaPnc3iEP4OTxpNLbdm6ykMq87mobym-9_mAlX1NrUA5ci2DRzTpcfP1dT5PmMQCgvI_66eh6tHPcRVO0Mxfe0VAzsg/s400/mem16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485467546605727682" /></a><br />My beautiful mother, with Lilli and Michaela.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2d-zacAggZKXtY_zJ239DiFkeVvM3sIeYQOdwn2VCVc_rr2VKG-6_Lwyr-E622DavzadZ9AW-o_hoyx4rjdRRs05dPmyOsENLDF6gtnGCEwfjN5-2tM9zHqynbhJTyIS7Uon5x5cnfRU/s1600/mem12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2d-zacAggZKXtY_zJ239DiFkeVvM3sIeYQOdwn2VCVc_rr2VKG-6_Lwyr-E622DavzadZ9AW-o_hoyx4rjdRRs05dPmyOsENLDF6gtnGCEwfjN5-2tM9zHqynbhJTyIS7Uon5x5cnfRU/s400/mem12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485467796262799410" /></a><br />My father and I in Versailles, can you tell it was the '90's?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSaY0Y2Cn0_5c8GjJOD_EL24RWaw4ixYKZeLB_05n3Oi6XlwKkt_UCgk08ZbEDcOx87hdBQUFj9tV3VR7BzP2y7wA5owpH61l7AoKDoW3YgyCmMF7sC0eBpyMllK5iyzlNMnDmdi1s-ig/s1600/mem06.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSaY0Y2Cn0_5c8GjJOD_EL24RWaw4ixYKZeLB_05n3Oi6XlwKkt_UCgk08ZbEDcOx87hdBQUFj9tV3VR7BzP2y7wA5owpH61l7AoKDoW3YgyCmMF7sC0eBpyMllK5iyzlNMnDmdi1s-ig/s400/mem06.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485468083325161890" /></a><br />My sisters and I (also in the gardens of Versailles!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjzCbXVhMheiFXXTIyIkrJW9d4cE7w4b-0hW7eXuBITQVSoMqs9Lqc3TexVYyA9X6vdn9Caob-3FlSwPaTJ26mWAmL9s5-cYE26a5fAaEtOiZ8cg3qTHivmfVxNZQO6HRuxxDCiWxKBoQ/s1600/mem14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjzCbXVhMheiFXXTIyIkrJW9d4cE7w4b-0hW7eXuBITQVSoMqs9Lqc3TexVYyA9X6vdn9Caob-3FlSwPaTJ26mWAmL9s5-cYE26a5fAaEtOiZ8cg3qTHivmfVxNZQO6HRuxxDCiWxKBoQ/s400/mem14.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485468386953392546" /></a><br />My brother and sister in our sitting room.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_77SEzi-suLnYCM7V2-qYZQNYYkz2QCcjxptktPZryvVKYGIn-FCzK5ppMYAFLAiM-5aoiE1sK2GfOR6Z6_imPDQKivVFx3L9-b4t4MQmIJpOqEn7YFdm-Hb5cqXqa-d_JDz7u26T2c/s1600/mem02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_77SEzi-suLnYCM7V2-qYZQNYYkz2QCcjxptktPZryvVKYGIn-FCzK5ppMYAFLAiM-5aoiE1sK2GfOR6Z6_imPDQKivVFx3L9-b4t4MQmIJpOqEn7YFdm-Hb5cqXqa-d_JDz7u26T2c/s400/mem02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485468645045100306" /></a><br />And lastly, this image is not from France (can you tell by the five alive?) - I just find it to be an entertaining photo of my sister Michaela, bless!Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-2662548455278626982010-06-10T13:36:00.000-07:002010-06-10T13:52:55.322-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMc5X08Hv8q7y_QwDVSYAEwcGo6EXaU5qFb6_Aw4QXiurGW_Mig21I5cytojeciSb7V4zcwAotgeomKYtQ8ona0H3n5lkdW5zh2lsFcJQj7BTuqM7siCqHQ7HOJkJwsTNyoqVJDOskYE/s1600/67860005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMc5X08Hv8q7y_QwDVSYAEwcGo6EXaU5qFb6_Aw4QXiurGW_Mig21I5cytojeciSb7V4zcwAotgeomKYtQ8ona0H3n5lkdW5zh2lsFcJQj7BTuqM7siCqHQ7HOJkJwsTNyoqVJDOskYE/s400/67860005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481247029381878594" /></a><br /><br />Another absence! <br />Sorry my updates are rather infrequent, I blame it on the lack of technology in my possession! My trusty laptop (that has made it over 6 years) is in it's last days, and has trouble performing the smallest of tasks (it has now become a glorified mp3 player). So the photos that I DO take (which are admittedly few) on my digital camera are left there. This, coupled with the fact that I am not taking as many photographs as I should, leaves me having little to say - and show! <br />I haven't come up with a remedy, but I am simply going to start trying to take the extra steps to get images online! And perhaps I will be more sharing with opinions and stories as well! <br /><br /><br />Any way - <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR6Wnoz77lq8yfJ3M0KvgKtBPD_gAiNGicK1ePZqDmwWxn6HX7ekhOKE3aREI47jSXoDF5iR-HAglcT1W0vjcrgsU3tvwGAj_NvPg5XDpphuS3rcC9s-JJMJthIjIvxo9uhzdgqc_jhxc/s1600/windo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR6Wnoz77lq8yfJ3M0KvgKtBPD_gAiNGicK1ePZqDmwWxn6HX7ekhOKE3aREI47jSXoDF5iR-HAglcT1W0vjcrgsU3tvwGAj_NvPg5XDpphuS3rcC9s-JJMJthIjIvxo9uhzdgqc_jhxc/s400/windo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481249882635467170" /></a><br />This happened the other day, and it warmed my heart.Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-34369253208110250182009-10-23T14:36:00.000-07:002009-10-23T14:54:36.328-07:00Well, it took me a while to post these, but here are some of my favourites from the shoot with <a href="http://www.mjolkhomme.com/">Mjolk Homme</a> that I did some time ago! There are plenty more where those came from, but I am still sorting through them deciding which I like the most.. I'm such a fan of the clothes though, if only I could sway my man to dress as nicely as the gentlemen in the photos! <br />Anyway, I think they might be using the photo's for press soon, so hopefully you will see more images from the shoot around and about!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhNwcNLVURsPhOjthUH-akpiatYZ0MrxD0KaL-aL77nQF-vZ_A0lRw9K-Q9b_pWHlscVLWFX0ruuZ8RaS9YxD34t7BckyrQgSjFo6ez6-M3ZSiFYS-lXHpshMZ7zJN6-AqfUhQ4Vvwdo/s1600-h/tash1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhNwcNLVURsPhOjthUH-akpiatYZ0MrxD0KaL-aL77nQF-vZ_A0lRw9K-Q9b_pWHlscVLWFX0ruuZ8RaS9YxD34t7BckyrQgSjFo6ez6-M3ZSiFYS-lXHpshMZ7zJN6-AqfUhQ4Vvwdo/s400/tash1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395913627820369058" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIuTxpijVB0-so1Kwgnk36U0Ndcp4NZ_ddb0j1_pc95oWvPm9X0QdKwbjY5P9eT_6nPPZapqCXg4vzZaLsVfrhE-T2or6dySqOUygxo_2t-pszGOIAGJOY4o0F69DDbt88hOBOMyd6Bxo/s1600-h/tash2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIuTxpijVB0-so1Kwgnk36U0Ndcp4NZ_ddb0j1_pc95oWvPm9X0QdKwbjY5P9eT_6nPPZapqCXg4vzZaLsVfrhE-T2or6dySqOUygxo_2t-pszGOIAGJOY4o0F69DDbt88hOBOMyd6Bxo/s400/tash2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395914037176807314" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwwTjucy8SgTTCXU_p9BOEwGNVtaWVut2oZ0N6vCkA5VQFK6zHLKcNGfhbrwhxP4LeUe-DaFzPqOC9sTCOx8sGwubXTgWfJyIOlFtTaHoFEi-uro0xuAmyJm6lLSSOegphcKBhBhHxt4/s1600-h/tash3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwwTjucy8SgTTCXU_p9BOEwGNVtaWVut2oZ0N6vCkA5VQFK6zHLKcNGfhbrwhxP4LeUe-DaFzPqOC9sTCOx8sGwubXTgWfJyIOlFtTaHoFEi-uro0xuAmyJm6lLSSOegphcKBhBhHxt4/s400/tash3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395914196767974354" /></a>Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-62961006707981711202009-10-01T11:29:00.000-07:002009-10-01T11:32:32.244-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidGcnA3Qif2OJTHDD6WClm2dCeV7wvzkBitC6-CfLb1pBgkhJUlxOoelez0eSvplon3V3eOmcPSqdlyPKpuR2AL8SRTjzJLrSusWBxabagVFc3sFjH0c2WpuJfuMujdSVjXTZGub1oGCI/s1600-h/L1000088.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidGcnA3Qif2OJTHDD6WClm2dCeV7wvzkBitC6-CfLb1pBgkhJUlxOoelez0eSvplon3V3eOmcPSqdlyPKpuR2AL8SRTjzJLrSusWBxabagVFc3sFjH0c2WpuJfuMujdSVjXTZGub1oGCI/s320/L1000088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387700668659046994" /></a><br />Finally, the weather I enjoy most! It is my time of the year!Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-77155857382735970122009-08-29T20:03:00.000-07:002009-08-29T20:12:40.663-07:00Saw Inglourious Basterds on Tuesday (because my friend Val is pretty sure that Daniel Bruhl is her boyfriend), and OMFG:<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.channel4.com/film/media/images/Channel4/film/I/inglourious_basterds_xl_04--film-A.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://www.channel4.com/film/media/images/Channel4/film/I/inglourious_basterds_xl_04--film-A.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Michael Fassbender was the best part of that whole movie!!! <br />I didn't even know he was in it until the opening credits, and then when he came on screen, SWOON. <br />Like Trevor Howard and George Sanders combined! <br />And obviously Christoph Waltz was amazing in the film as well.<br />I really loved the movie (which was surprising since I wasn't very excited to see it beforehand), and even though Tarantino's love of gore and film can get annoying (pick a genre and stick to it!!), I enjoyed all of it! <br />recommend!!Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-22425363026096146192009-08-24T23:00:00.000-07:002009-08-24T23:46:15.605-07:00<a href="http://www.stedmundsbury.gov.uk/sebc/visit/images/rbbarn2l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://www.stedmundsbury.gov.uk/sebc/visit/images/rbbarn2l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><i>Image nicked from Wikipedia</i><br /><br /><br />I watched <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0036855/">Gaslight</a> tonight for the first time, and now I am spooked.<br />It was so eerie and suspenseful, that the level of discomfort I had while watching the movie (despite Joseph Cotton), has lingered on, and is now preventing me from sleeping. <br />However, it is a beautifully made film, and I really enjoyed it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUZyAtr56oXQpaACXT2YrjVjL37wXJVu8GI2qcNiMvBiyX2HrJR2cFuftUDkIKDA8W6pp5gxBZG7kavdTS3HlcIM0CDZWWdwFuUiJSaddxZ4bv4OvO2tgIrXJPXDnrRA1oavnjBjPycLY/s1600-h/gaslight1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUZyAtr56oXQpaACXT2YrjVjL37wXJVu8GI2qcNiMvBiyX2HrJR2cFuftUDkIKDA8W6pp5gxBZG7kavdTS3HlcIM0CDZWWdwFuUiJSaddxZ4bv4OvO2tgIrXJPXDnrRA1oavnjBjPycLY/s400/gaslight1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373782370388652850" /></a><br /><br />I bring all this up because this has been happening to me a lot lately. I'll indulge in reading wikipedia articles - that I know will both fascinate me and scare me - late at night, and then spend the next few hours feeling queasy, and completely unable to sleep! <br />Some of my favourites are airplane crashes, miscarriages of justice and dangerous sea animals. <br />The first image is from the red barn murder, and after seeing it last night, it was burned into my memory. Maybe without the connotation the images isn't as powerful, but still eerie nonetheless! <br />Well, I need to sleep!Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-2822321890955383082009-08-21T08:38:00.000-07:002009-08-21T09:23:17.584-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR89CvfFgCTKdjFFTKTvNHgT69rVzRN84p4VI3UvFva1NEB6aE9t6DPtlotan5aAN7I2F4maJDsLY74OVBK2r-sh76b9hx6Ifxo36N-qevpAZjUttFCgb45odKs7wCnfyZE0lhDgSTbiA/s1600-h/Hospital1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR89CvfFgCTKdjFFTKTvNHgT69rVzRN84p4VI3UvFva1NEB6aE9t6DPtlotan5aAN7I2F4maJDsLY74OVBK2r-sh76b9hx6Ifxo36N-qevpAZjUttFCgb45odKs7wCnfyZE0lhDgSTbiA/s400/Hospital1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372442237432318018" /></a><br /><br />A little while back I had appendicitis, and had to go to the emergancy room and all that jazz. <br />Tons of fun obviously, especially since until a day before that I thought I had health insurance, but it turns out it was just a giant scam (Do Not Trust Directmed). So then on top of knowing that I wasn't going to have any help from insurance to pay for it all, they told me I couldn't work for a month after the surgery!<br />So that trip Jim and I had been planning to England flew out the window, and we have just been really skint for a while.<br />Oh well! It is finally coming to an end, since I have been bargaining and arguing with the hospital and various debt collectors for a while now. But unfortunately, I will be broke for the next few years now! So I am not sure if I will be able to do photography for my self without some very crafty saving techniques! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdj5W-9qi0mFDP1vSHQjwjKjvQURw-rkS2XwIgwVNX2vyL0K_WGJPE_W8U2wnSvFOqhct8TtEgs79yAdsHzV_eI0T841L3aDVKswH37yzhjvTAWJ9Yg7sun-BEh_0bjJNDEy3dk5XZKxU/s1600-h/Hospital2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdj5W-9qi0mFDP1vSHQjwjKjvQURw-rkS2XwIgwVNX2vyL0K_WGJPE_W8U2wnSvFOqhct8TtEgs79yAdsHzV_eI0T841L3aDVKswH37yzhjvTAWJ9Yg7sun-BEh_0bjJNDEy3dk5XZKxU/s400/Hospital2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372446613473007362" /></a><br /><br />Natali & Val visiting me in the hospital.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDVuxUQfPkbn1UET5DWHdawdTqGBYOsdCUZI3egTTvte9meCjwSkk9BT7eE4nwUvbBiowLYpY1UkUlj1EfE8bWqiG0kwJb4FslX20VkZQYXF4FvYABUIPzkw4tyA32DD7bP6oMHHG118/s1600-h/Hospital3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDVuxUQfPkbn1UET5DWHdawdTqGBYOsdCUZI3egTTvte9meCjwSkk9BT7eE4nwUvbBiowLYpY1UkUlj1EfE8bWqiG0kwJb4FslX20VkZQYXF4FvYABUIPzkw4tyA32DD7bP6oMHHG118/s400/Hospital3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372442660681594450" /></a><br />Natali <br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1dwftp5s7AQ5XYYPAKWLRVwDwGzGdsrhpamfGpjWJxcFfZmzm42FzMSiL2qMOSUT1Aivw3tYij9tE8-4ssV0OVTNtUyo64fQP4GuiAID7b4eqFhleciDzXGgrK_a_4xc3YDBMBPpyDsY/s1600-h/Madelineapp.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1dwftp5s7AQ5XYYPAKWLRVwDwGzGdsrhpamfGpjWJxcFfZmzm42FzMSiL2qMOSUT1Aivw3tYij9tE8-4ssV0OVTNtUyo64fQP4GuiAID7b4eqFhleciDzXGgrK_a_4xc3YDBMBPpyDsY/s400/Madelineapp.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372452565030144258" /></a><br /><i> Madeline, by Ludwig Bemelmans</i><br /><br /><br />And although these were my favourite books as a child, Madeline's appendicitis was nothing like mine! <br />No ice cream!Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-35135391376413801822009-08-20T18:17:00.001-07:002009-08-20T18:17:21.042-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNEoHYk2pSujpdo8BdBf6NIdFhr7VWg_uaeA6O2pBHwabvRECZ8gNtFImTDPY9kisjOVNkdkCnhjWBkHgRtVG3ohtqyFibpbLLYr3DGPWhf8KWHILZCRM9BOocvqpP-UQOOyWKPax6CAo/s1600-h/mjolkwebcat2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNEoHYk2pSujpdo8BdBf6NIdFhr7VWg_uaeA6O2pBHwabvRECZ8gNtFImTDPY9kisjOVNkdkCnhjWBkHgRtVG3ohtqyFibpbLLYr3DGPWhf8KWHILZCRM9BOocvqpP-UQOOyWKPax6CAo/s400/mjolkwebcat2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372070091801431890" /></a><br /><br />I havn't updated in a long time, sorry about that!<br /><br />About a week ago, I did another shoot with <a href="http://www.Mjolkhomme.com/">Mjolk</a>, and it was a blast! <br />I can't say enough about how much I enjoy working with them! <br />I won't post them yet, but for now here are some of the shots I took before the shoot... I LOVE CATS!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin-GDFOy-DK3sP4a0gny-CFIjdmh9Swm_XtFcAM4Bq9UOKCxguUOqx96HZTYP4qmQn-JJDuq8IzbhGARpHr25rPIGvgLf7vTGY_gUHCEy30ajhpZSRGkZyRTljl-rQASL2MK_OwB72_EI/s1600-h/mjolkwebcat1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin-GDFOy-DK3sP4a0gny-CFIjdmh9Swm_XtFcAM4Bq9UOKCxguUOqx96HZTYP4qmQn-JJDuq8IzbhGARpHr25rPIGvgLf7vTGY_gUHCEy30ajhpZSRGkZyRTljl-rQASL2MK_OwB72_EI/s400/mjolkwebcat1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372071633459779074" /></a>Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-77596297576426687432009-08-20T08:42:00.000-07:002009-08-20T08:51:34.150-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjR3izYr1TUgpeqGWVPB-9nzlPUS-Q9sytoZIgAyxOetRxxl7wlQVQvTye4f8go3o0KwzG85LQTxTdjgXLo_xZlRsUuZTLGeeP2YwyvYMoGdKNpRe2rnspN06nbqnMotLrUsIOxuKnsyg/s1600-h/webwed01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjR3izYr1TUgpeqGWVPB-9nzlPUS-Q9sytoZIgAyxOetRxxl7wlQVQvTye4f8go3o0KwzG85LQTxTdjgXLo_xZlRsUuZTLGeeP2YwyvYMoGdKNpRe2rnspN06nbqnMotLrUsIOxuKnsyg/s400/webwed01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372072061758864738" /></a><br /><br />Photograph by <a href="http://www.Michelleleedy.com/"> Michelle Leedy</a>.<br /><br /><br />A couple of weeks ago I got married! It was obviously a court house affair, the only people present were my husband Jim, my sister Lilli, and my best friend/witness/photographer Mitch! <br />The night before my other best friend Natali, Mitch, Lilli and I sang karaoke as a last minute bachelorette party!<br />After we got married, we all went to Mitch's backgarden in Brooklyn and drank champagne!<br /><br /><br />Well, it was a lovely day!Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-91365147149537032162009-05-01T23:11:00.000-07:002009-05-01T23:25:10.554-07:00Also!!<br />My dear friend Illi (Elleser Galleta) has launched a collective called <a href="http://www.illicracker.com/illiseries.html"> illiseries </a> which opens discussions on youthful contemporary photography, and also showcases it! check it out!<br /><br />Also, sorry about this and the previous post. Maybe you can tell from the time of posts, and the general feel of them, but I wrote them while drunk. oops!<br />(although that doesn't mean that I mean what I wrote any less. If any thing, I meant it more!)<br />Have a lovely night and weekend!Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-10294000042579638832009-05-01T22:35:00.000-07:002009-08-24T23:42:50.195-07:00It amazes me how often photographers get snubbed the credit they deserve.<br /><br />Positive example: <a href="http://www.culturesinbetween.net/a-journey-from-within-lars-stoten-for-mjolk"> Here: Cultures In Between</a>. I wouldn't have even found out about this if I had not indulged in the guilty pleasure of Google-ing myself. This came up, and it touched my heart that although having no knowledge of me - or having any personal reasons to give me credit - they found the time to find out the photographer and then, shock of all shocks, give me credit.<br /><br />I would post a negative example, but there are just too many. Photographs seem to take them selves these days. I write this post because tonight my friend told me about a blog post that featured one of my photographs, that I honestly would not have known about if I didn't have a BFF who was keen on fashion blog knowledge. <br /><br />Not that I am bitter about this exact post, since it is truly the norm to post photographs with out caring where they come from. But this is the result of some deep seeded problems. <br /><br />I feel bad even writing this, since I am really grateful for people that have blogged about my photographs, and I understand the importance of blogging and the influence it has, but still! Opinions seem to be that a photographers role is unimportant and that therefore it is acceptable overlook them (financially and otherwise). Apparently we are lucky for any "experience" that we get, because we didn't get enough of it in all those 4 years we studied the art and got taken advantage of in unpaid internships.<br /><br />Sorry for the complaining, but it had to be done!Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-87104731403070955222009-02-02T11:44:00.000-08:002009-02-02T12:00:08.812-08:00Upstate<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPgHlqMT753ZIljy1So81G5x68FSTRoVNJAwHQOJBzE3l7Poue9-IQxSW7GVQEcZkgPjfXmOvLLWh-2t7cIArvdo0s1IndGaWn6SJlmA7NcxRLRiSLBWYNxwZqx7IJDP4knQT25NtQtA/s1600-h/Upsate.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPgHlqMT753ZIljy1So81G5x68FSTRoVNJAwHQOJBzE3l7Poue9-IQxSW7GVQEcZkgPjfXmOvLLWh-2t7cIArvdo0s1IndGaWn6SJlmA7NcxRLRiSLBWYNxwZqx7IJDP4knQT25NtQtA/s400/Upsate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298288455728047778" /></a><br /><br /><i>Val in upstate NY, 2009</i><br /><br /><br />Although it was not as photographically productive as I had hoped, upstate NY was glorious and beautiful! <br />It was my first time visiting and I spent the whole time being fascianted, since it was completely foreign to me. The style of the houses, the small, winding, snow covered roads.. I want to visit again so I can see it in the phase of a different season-and also to spend some time capturing it with my 4x5.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE84aZY2Fi6ek3yg6PjFa9BYtEvDAzfQbGT8x6pQQgR7FqePXuT5imjUKKR5Dkg730Ag_aCrpKfmmFIUSpS8MfwpJuMay1XU4TaR0Sk0T5ZwqolnRmZ0o7g82DNO0-56bxVT6u5NNMZX0/s1600-h/upstate2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE84aZY2Fi6ek3yg6PjFa9BYtEvDAzfQbGT8x6pQQgR7FqePXuT5imjUKKR5Dkg730Ag_aCrpKfmmFIUSpS8MfwpJuMay1XU4TaR0Sk0T5ZwqolnRmZ0o7g82DNO0-56bxVT6u5NNMZX0/s400/upstate2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298292121211655778" /></a>Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-85622531321846053212009-01-29T19:49:00.000-08:002009-01-29T20:05:32.087-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmL36j0G0YaHuONx-mHNIrN8MG9vD9sAbxgM5Qqvs-zPFncKUHuzbMoCH5KcfKWJ-CWC9Q21U7oigU41yev2_UTbB5S23iM2VJdbcqoeG5wZEEbeBEmh_FCq0bs-NLX_QmayXPInmMl-M/s1600-h/graze.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmL36j0G0YaHuONx-mHNIrN8MG9vD9sAbxgM5Qqvs-zPFncKUHuzbMoCH5KcfKWJ-CWC9Q21U7oigU41yev2_UTbB5S23iM2VJdbcqoeG5wZEEbeBEmh_FCq0bs-NLX_QmayXPInmMl-M/s400/graze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296930141838721650" /></a><br /><i>Graze, 2008</i><br /><br />So! I think travel is really necessary in photography. But that is actually stupidly narrow minded; travel is just really necessary for the type of photography I want to be doing, and the results that I want. <br />My work schedule at the moment doesn't allow me time to travel, and my funds(ha!) don't seem to allow it either, and I have just been stagnant in many ways for a long time. <br />Last spring I went back to England for just 2 weeks, and shot about 200 120 rolls, along with 20 4x5's (which looking back at it- still doesn't seem like enough) and the result was my entire graduating portfolio. So in short, 50 weeks of the year in New York City vs. just two weeks in the south of England: I shot more in England, and had more actual shots when all was said and done. <br />I think it had a lot to do with the planning of the trip and the project, and the fact that the project was something that I felt so passionate about. But it was also successful because I was simply changing the scenery, and felt a sense of urgency, since I knew my time there was limited. <br /><br />Well, I really want to change things up! I am hoping to take a month off this summer and travel to europe, but I don't know what my money situation will be then so it is tough to plan. Tomorrow morning I am meeting Val in Astoria and then traveling to upstate NY (which I am so excited about - and have been talking about doing for a very long time!), so hopefully I will produce new images then!Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-2359818634466993422009-01-27T16:58:00.000-08:002009-01-27T17:17:03.003-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLp2THVwH2cH977xk9Oc0kV3WU1ztmEkT7gEIKWKgAcG5qpykadTLWbOlmF-f_y-l1Sy4DrHmetueJLf6cQKC-iXCaQYmUCPxDaf8iTUetq3eplGPxbwxSBSNfLXa7dpf1162e6D9bBrk/s1600-h/cover_treatment4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLp2THVwH2cH977xk9Oc0kV3WU1ztmEkT7gEIKWKgAcG5qpykadTLWbOlmF-f_y-l1Sy4DrHmetueJLf6cQKC-iXCaQYmUCPxDaf8iTUetq3eplGPxbwxSBSNfLXa7dpf1162e6D9bBrk/s400/cover_treatment4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296147041074838194" /></a><br /><br /><br />oops, absence! <br /><br />I have been busy.. <br />anyway! My dear graphically gifted friend <a href="http://containedexplosion.com/">Matt Jennings</a> and I have been working on an exchange lately, where he is designing a portfolio for me, and I photograph his portfolio for him (I think I win). <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhotnvxDqmzg2sxVP0BlESXFpN7VPYzhw5hXaQdkmtc7VTPLwr8vAyj1sjSnDG_n-Y-Z6Oe4VzBf4wPjzAbos2X0kzXJ4hJcZJKdRUoVNbylXOGgqQTeR1cd0sBZpmb2JjG6vK0ILf3ZKs/s1600-h/cover_treatment5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhotnvxDqmzg2sxVP0BlESXFpN7VPYzhw5hXaQdkmtc7VTPLwr8vAyj1sjSnDG_n-Y-Z6Oe4VzBf4wPjzAbos2X0kzXJ4hJcZJKdRUoVNbylXOGgqQTeR1cd0sBZpmb2JjG6vK0ILf3ZKs/s400/cover_treatment5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296147040062308978" /></a>Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-45184618356816021082009-01-01T16:21:00.000-08:002009-01-01T16:25:41.902-08:00<center><br />Happy New Year!<br /><br />My New Year's resolution is:<br /><br />To become a master of Mahjong!<br />and other stuff. But mainly the Mahjong thing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.giantrobot.com/blogs/martin/uploaded_images/mahjong-731933.gif"><img style="float:center; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 215px;" src="http://www.giantrobot.com/blogs/martin/uploaded_images/mahjong-731933.gif" border="0" alt="" /></a></center>Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-61314988832161529172008-11-07T10:57:00.000-08:002008-11-07T11:07:45.056-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx9VyHYVj1-G2MvN6ylmrmtDFCJNsCrVtr3qLKRg4EabDD7vj8thUELddulQY3qYnIVE9WzshJ5kP5-zbRsIcemZMSdnyczJV2n_2vtiRNIoDVy9-iGxX6Dat35M_0zEu2vp9AdPwvn6k/s1600-h/Mjolk04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx9VyHYVj1-G2MvN6ylmrmtDFCJNsCrVtr3qLKRg4EabDD7vj8thUELddulQY3qYnIVE9WzshJ5kP5-zbRsIcemZMSdnyczJV2n_2vtiRNIoDVy9-iGxX6Dat35M_0zEu2vp9AdPwvn6k/s400/Mjolk04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265994330361651330" /></a><br /><br /><br />Yay!<br />The feature on <a href="http://www.mjolkhomme.com">Mjolk Homme</a> for <a href="http://www.hyrcollective.com">h(y)r collective!</a> (which used my images) is up! <br /><br />check it out!!<br /><a href="http://www.hyrcollective.com"> Here!</a>Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-78445559848279283662008-11-03T23:36:00.000-08:002008-11-03T23:39:22.393-08:00For Marais USA:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/snrubevol/024.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/snrubevol/024.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />This weekend/week kicked my ass. Tomorrow is my first day off in a while, but I still have a million things to do.<br />A lot of people want my time, I hardly get any of it for myself.<br />Oh well, enough complaining! I am going to drag my self back to brooklyn now!<br />yay!Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-22960493372743318702008-10-22T21:26:00.001-07:002008-10-22T21:29:21.842-07:00Also! I updated my website!<br />with work that I have already shown here, but still.<br />I am working on a new page which will feature 'New & Commissioned Work' but I have to finish the Marais job first.<br />All in good time!<br /><br />And just because, how about a photograph of a donkey?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/snrubevol/06.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/snrubevol/06.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-70790416838202332612008-10-22T20:58:00.000-07:002008-10-22T21:20:25.918-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/snrubevol/marais.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/snrubevol/marais.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />A photo from the Marais USA shoot.<br /><br /><br />I need the intimate feel of colour printing in the darkroom again!!<br />I have been spending a lot of time scanning and retouching lately, it's just not the same.<br /><br />My Mother is in England at the moment and I am monumentally jealous. But of course happy for her!<br />That is all that is going on with me lately..<br /><br /><br />Here is an outtake from the Marais USA shoot!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/snrubevol/marais1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/snrubevol/marais1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-85055321108431702832008-10-19T20:38:00.001-07:002008-10-19T20:41:16.297-07:00Oklahoma + Grandpa Kaser<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSr1kzQ65OzOTOSUrjTW1rgoLyfH75-gU10Qdd18eYBUemv9n1ov6EF7GP_P-tZHbPT4mL0ltShRXitUA0euPXLEljnprUPToGa66UX0HNNuu_ZuHLaSlyi4ludEK7M0ulb7aehvooABE/s1600-h/01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSr1kzQ65OzOTOSUrjTW1rgoLyfH75-gU10Qdd18eYBUemv9n1ov6EF7GP_P-tZHbPT4mL0ltShRXitUA0euPXLEljnprUPToGa66UX0HNNuu_ZuHLaSlyi4ludEK7M0ulb7aehvooABE/s400/01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259075723644229890" /></a><br />I miss a lot of things about this photograph.Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-38599225885095045952008-10-19T19:47:00.001-07:002008-10-19T19:49:57.000-07:00summer + texas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjix7KCfMawDyyAnboSTRurKCjQsa6W8rj_I3Z2GgwHnCsl9XDVx0KHnrS8SguQ63faEtzn-7EYFepg95c7n1oG3o5Z9jspaTvOfwV65-JdCj4B5z1pVP-Jop9Itwpnk6RqzQvN_2c9O-8/s1600-h/09.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjix7KCfMawDyyAnboSTRurKCjQsa6W8rj_I3Z2GgwHnCsl9XDVx0KHnrS8SguQ63faEtzn-7EYFepg95c7n1oG3o5Z9jspaTvOfwV65-JdCj4B5z1pVP-Jop9Itwpnk6RqzQvN_2c9O-8/s400/09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259062571028386322" /></a><br />?Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-38868669811785427772008-10-18T23:20:00.000-07:002008-10-18T23:27:12.997-07:00Kind of random:<br />Sometimes I just wish a really great pop album like <span style="font-weight:bold;">Camera Obscura's</span> <span style="font-style:italic;">Let's Get Out Of This Country</span> would come out again. It was only a couple of years ago, but I am already nostalgic for listening to that album when it was new to me and the feeling I had then.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000FFJ8CG.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B000FFJ8CG.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> So good!Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-33852072777958352932008-10-12T17:24:00.000-07:002008-10-14T01:05:41.924-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/snrubevol/swing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/snrubevol/swing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />Swing, 2008<br /><br /><br />Lately I have been drawn to images that have a specific colour or focus quality that end up making the photographs resemble paintings. This is clear when I am in the editing-down-my-photos-from-the-contact-sheet stage, but my likes aren't really matching my urges, which have been almost completely commercial lately..<br />as an example, this was the second least commercial photograph on that roll:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/snrubevol/lilliagain.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/snrubevol/lilliagain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />There is no point in even scanning the rest.<br /><br />oh well. <br />Swing, 2008 is probably the last image that feels like my own work left on the countless rolls of film I took this summer - which leaves me with a series of 3. I really want to go back and photograph in Texas again, since I don't have access to young subjects here in nyc, and besides, youth is completely different here. I am more interested in the less opulent, and more simple qualities that remind me of youth in the south.<br /><br /><br />On another note! I have been doing work for <a href="http://www.maraisusa.blogspot.com/">Marais USA</a> lately and am excited as the images are turning out.. I am actually in the middle of an 8 hour scanning session at the moment, but thought that since I was at the scanner I might as well sneak in some photo's of my own!<br />But now I shall go back to the slow pace of hi res scanning.Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-56169792268307175642008-09-24T13:12:00.000-07:002008-09-24T22:41:23.110-07:00<a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/snrubevol/Natali2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/snrubevol/Natali2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Natali on the day of the Mjolk shoot.<br /><br />I have not had time lately to work the photographs that I take for myself (which for now consists of photos from summer), so that is why the two below are all that are here.. but I think I will have more time to work on them next week..<br />My mother and father are coming into town this weekend to meet my mothers' half brother's for the first time, so I am very excited and busy preparing for that at the moment!Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5252551476574987029.post-28718890164014077512008-09-17T22:37:00.001-07:002008-09-17T23:02:36.969-07:00<a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/snrubevol/marcus1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v88/snrubevol/marcus1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Marcus, 2008Natasha Kaserhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02066901328487016807noreply@blogger.com0