My Days of Action Sampling

Ok, I bow to your request, September. Before you proceed, however, I must apologise for the lousy quality of the pictures. These were scanned before I was sufficiently broken in with the technology, hence the pictures of inferior quality. Alright then. Presenting...... Photos taken by the Action Sampler! (As featured below):

If you look carefully you can see my finger on the camera (the one taking the picture, duh), and the camera itself! How cool is that? Gives a new spin on the arty self-portrait, huh? Okay, actually, that thing of beauty you see here isn't really an Action Sampler, 'cause it's cheong-ed. But it works just as well as those sold by the Lomographic Society, I'm sure, and at a much less exorbitant price too, I'm certain! What an Action Sampler does is to take four pictures, timed 1/4 second apart, each time you click on the shutter. It's a glorified disposable camera, really, because it's very very old school. No fancy bells, buttons or whistles, just pure mechanics at work.

Okay, enough of my bandying round the mulberry bush. Here, in non-chronological order, are some of my favourite - and less compromising - shots (save for the requested picture):

Han's feet. On a grass patch.

Han's portrait (impression?) of me.

This being the month of August, a little patriotism wouldn't hurt. A photo taken by The Ex, who was also the one who did the research and bought me the Sampler. (Thank you.)

A neat little effect. Samplers do this once in a while, which only adds to their charm.

Ménage à trois? (And my nose, in all its imperfect glory.)

Cat, Interrupted. (But what nice effects.)

A slightly-cuckoo girl. As captured by her boyfriend.

Re: The above. Self-portrait, I think.

Somebody's pet dog. He was very friendly, and we played fetch until he coughed from all the sand he swallowed chasing the ball.




At Topshop, where I captured two models in a music video playing a couple blissfully rolling about.




A happy coincidence.




The barber I never went to.





Not scandalous, because, not me.

And, finally, me, semi-naked for all to see. Taken by dear Jarvis.