My name is Jett Street. Admittedly, I was born as 'Lani Studders,' fabricated this name at the age of 12, and legally changed it at 19. For anyone contemplating the logistics, a name change takes five seconds, $74 aussie dollars, and then one solid month changing every piece of paperwork that relates to your identity. In short, one of the most innovative university assignment procrastination measures I have undertaken; second only to inventing my own alphabet and writing stories in it. If only I could still read them....
These days I am much less impulsive. Mostly because I have two children, and a job, that keep me too busy to act on all my whims.
Growing up, I took a couple of disposable instamatic cameras on holidays and was devastated to get the film back and notice that the photos looked NOWHERE near as good as how I remembered. So I stubbornly stopped using cameras, instead tucking the memories into my mind where they retained an advantage of being embellished at my will. Win. But. Fifteen years later, I would kill for a terrible photo of some of these times. Time is taking some of the memories. So teaching my daughters to be less stubborn is on my to do list.
In 2010 I got an iPhone, and downloaded hipstamatic and istitch. Holy shit. I thought my photography was so cutting edge with all those light leaks and cross process effects. Then I had a child, and conceded that this wasn't the quality I wanted to capture the beauty of that life with. So for my 30th birthday, the family all pitched in and got me my very first real camera. A fairly intense obsession developed, trying to capture the actual magic that those disposable cameras were incapable of.
At the time, I was eyeballs deep in my Masters, so I gifted myself research hours, online classes and lenses as rewards for completing assignments. In other words, I rewarded my sleep deprivation with another sleep deprivation exercise. Then whinged about ageing. Women. Four years later I am not even close to mastering the art - but hopefully the pursuit of it will keep me amused for another few decades. And hopefully my recent love of out of focus images won't become a major part of my repertoire, and will just reflect a fleeting few months of my life. Ha ha. Maybe. Who knows.
I dabbled in client work but it's a thing of the past. I need to sleep occasionally, document my own life, harass family and friends, and experiment with the craft. Admittedly, my love of some lenses rivals my feelings for.... not my closest friends... but you get the drift. I am close to naming the VM Voigtlander 35mm 1.2 ii my soul mate. It never lets me down. Even when it starts growing fungus inside it. I love you Voigty. On my hit list this year is film and medium format.
My other favourite things in the world are: adventures, cranking music in the car, magic light, jokes, never ending cups of tea, the mountains, fireplaces, cooking, beer, wine, road trips, reading, running, wind, clouds, thunderstorms, fog, smoke, lying on the ground, a bit of philosophy, politics - - - and the legends I have met in the last 3+ decades. If you get a phone call or text once a year, you might actually be my best friend. My ability to keep in touch with people I love leaves a lot to be desired. I also have a job that I love and should update my Linkedin profile. But why, if I don't need to find another job?
If you were hoping this would actually tell you something meaningful about my life, too bad. And here is my favourite quote.
It is, after all, a dab of grit in the oyster which creates the pearl. Not pearl making seminars with other oysters. - Steven King
Where we are going, we don't need roads. - Back to the future.