She’s a young photographer and artist who lives in the UK and fancies Jack White’s top hats. A shy chatterbox who keeps her biggest dream a secret, but agreed to share some other things with us in an online interview.
Odd: So here we go!
Özlem: Here we go indeed!
Odd: Lets start with you. What’s your story? How did you end up where you are right now?
Ö: I am a lover of words and images and have a background in Theatre Studies, Art and English literature. I spent a while trying to pursue what I was creatively in love with and drawn to, and felt pressured in many ways to conform to something I wasn’t prepared to conform for. I wanted to feel I had more to explore than trying to convince people to care about something that they may or may not care about and see if I could stand on my own two feet artistically. Read More
Turning daily chores into catalyst for creativity can get you inspired by even the dullest things in life. Steve Woffenden found his inspiration while waiting for a washing machine and turned his trip to a laundromat into a pretty set of images. This is his story:
“It was all a bit odd really. The family machine had broken, so I was tasked by my wife to visit the Laundromat. I hadn’t used one for about twenty years, but still it was very straightforward once I’d got all the right coinage for the machines.
I happened to have my camera in the car, so starting to take photos was just a spur of the moment thing. I staged a photo taken from my point of view over the newspaper. Then – tired of sitting – I got up to stretch my legs and took a picture of the chair I had been sitting in moments before. It probably looked all very strange on the CCTV monitor of the coin op.
After that I decided to bring the camera back in the car. Just as I was leaving, a lady came in and tried to use the payphone. The phone had broken, so I lent her my mobile. She then began explaining to her boyfriend how she had just been fired! Once this conversation had finished, she phoned someone else and then burst into tears in front of me. I ended up buying her a packet of ten cigarettes and getting a taxi for her.”
“ When I was 7 years old I used to play with this girl called Kate and we used to dress up. We had those dressing up boxes and tried to be as outraging and flamboyant as possible being Prince and Princess. One Sunday afternoon (I lived in England) everyone would go out into the front garden, mow the lawns, wash the cars and all that kind of things and I was at Kate’s house when my dad called “ Can Miles come home to have his lunch now please? “ So I walked home, wearing an orange ball gown that came down to the floor with white stilettos and an enormous pair of Jacky O sunglasses. My father stood there, at the front of our garden, saw me about half way of the road, came up, grabbed me and dragged me back into the house, stripped off the clothes and said “ That’s it.” and he threw away the dressing up box and I was never allowed to dress up again. So, my point is, I’m not a transvestite but I did have an obsession with clothes and dressing up.”
