Thursday, June 26, 2008

Kinsale & west Cork with the group


Well these photos have been a long time coming... and that's because between the time of this trip and now, Cath and I have been to Wimbledon, Northern Ireland, had Emma and Del-boy to stay and had endless internet problems at our place (Damn you NTL / Chorus - why can't you work when it rains!!!)

Anyhoo, the ol' group of friends came down to Cork for a trip and popped round for tea (about 12 of us in the lounge - we were snug but we were happy) - and then out for a pint or two. They invited us out to join them on the next day's drive but Cath had to study. I had promised to take her to the Sex in the City movie but got out of it and decided to join them - as long as I could be back in time for work. Well as it ended up, I was a bit late for work but phew, only cos these guys pack a real weekend's worth into a day's drive.

We started off with a drive to Kinsale - and the local castle - which is actually a lot like Cape Town's five-pointed castle.

Pablo photos Maria at the castle gates, Alan photos Ben and Malu (sneaky-like).



The compulsory group shot.



View of Kinsale harbour.



We took a photie or two and the guys settled down for a bit of breakfast. they're typical campers / backpackers. Breakie was sarmies and leftovers - just the way Cath and I do it too. I felt immediately at home.



Next stop was a trip to west Cork's best beach - Inchydoney - where Ben was determined we'd swim. Okay, so I've put on a few pies - you try living in a country where it's summer is still more rainy than Cape Town's summer! Okay - poor excuse, I know.

Anyway, here we are, looking like a bedraggled bunch of misfits in the wind.



Back into the car and a drive along the coast. A quick wee-stop. Or is that simply a wee stop?


Then a stone circle ala Stonehenge on a slightly smaller scale.




And Antonia gave us an exhibition in 'How to beat up the Australian'. I approve whole-heartedly.
Sorry Ben.



All this driving around was thirsty work...



Last stop... some west Cork cliffs at.... I dunno, I can't remember the name.

Pablo and Maria take a look out over the cliffs...


Antonia




Sebestian



Ben and Pablo talk man-talk.



Maria ponders God's beautiful artwork.



Malu takes time out on the rocks.






Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Baring all

GETTING NAKED IN PUBLIC

And so it came that on a cold, spring morning in June, Cath and Alan would find themselves naked in front of Blarney Castle with over 1000 other people from around the world.

How did this come about you may ask. Well, we saw an advert.


Spencer Tunick is an internationally famous artist who gets people to strip off for him around the world (dodgy bugger). A few of his pics are below - in Newcastle, England; Melbourne, Australia and I think the other one is in Amsterdam. Do a google images search and you'll find tons of his stuff.


Anyhoo... I saw this advert askeing 'Are you brave enough?' or whatever, and thought 'Hell yes!'
At that stage,I didn't know that it would entail getting up at 2.30 in the morning and waiting around from 3-5am to get started.

Anyway, we took a taxi from the city centre and arrived to be greeted by Father Ted 9an Irish TV series) fake protestors. They eventually came through themselves and took part I think.



It was pretty chilly at 3am in the morn and we sat around chatting in one big massive group, waiting for the go-ahead. One nutcase was obviously very keen to get naked cos he took his kit off pretty early (the only one) and then sat for about 2 hours no-doubt freezing his little lad off.





As we walked in, we were all given plastic bags to put our clothes in while we were off posing.
We didn't think too much about where we placed ours but when we came back we were lucky enough to find ours pretty much straight away. One poor sod was left walking around for about 20 minutes - with everyone else now fully dressed again! Shame.



At any rate we were all sitting around when suddenly, word came that the photographer and his team were in position and it was time to get naked!
All hell broke loose.
Suddenly everyone was frantically stripping - aparently thinking that being clothed is fine, being naked is fine, but being seen changing is not. And just like that we were all walking off - a mass of tums and (large) bums - making their way through the trees.



Once we got into a clearing, Spencer (we're on first name terms now) was up on top of a big crane, telling us where to stand via a megaphone and getting his team of volunteers to position us.







And so first we had a few pics with the castle in the background. The grass was freezing though and we were all left to thank our lucky stars that it wasn't raining. Spencer did another nude photo in Dublin 5 days later and it absolutely pissed down! Haha - Dubs!





So after a few like that, he asked us to bend over forwards to create a pave-stone type effect with our backs (as seen from above). This was a bit weird to be honest. I had Cath's (tiny) ass inches from my head (which was down) and an absolute stranger's head inches behind my crack - never have the words 'don't look up' been more appropriate. Every now n again I would feel her hair touch my bum.



After that, we clapped at how wonderful we were and headed off to the second 'installation' - which involved the guys holding white roses and the girls red ones.




Spencer came down for a few last-minute instructions, no-doubt checking out the talent.



There were a few photies taken with us holding up the roses...




... before he shocked us with the next instruction. Lie down. Did I mention how cold the grass was?
Let's just say, the local newspaper photographers didn't need to worry about catching and shlong-shots once we lay down - there were no more peeping out. This photie below right is the one my paper went with for our front page - slightly cropped of course.




And that was that. He then asked for some female volunteers to go and pose together and Cath volunteered. Then he wanted some guys to go and stand in the river and I said 'no thanks'.




All in all it was pretty good fun (or ironically, craic as the Irish say).
Why did we do it? Y'know, some people say they wanted to create art, some have other reasons. Me, well... I suppose because I can. (That's Emma's saying I think) - but ja, I think because it's cool to try different stuff and what better time (in this case) than when you're overseas where virtually no-one knows you! We get a free print of the photo for our work and one day we'll be able to look back and say 'We did that'.


As re the whole nakedness thing, we all got over it pretty quickly I'd say. No-one could really check anyone out cos we were all facing the same way so if anything, all we got to check out was a whole bunch of asses! On that note I can oddly say I noticed that guys have way better asses than women! Don't quote me on that though!

There was a real mix of people - old, young, couples, tatooed, etc.

The article as it appeared in the Irish Examiner newspaper appears below:


Spencer Tunick

Article which appeared in the Irish Examiner:

By Marc O'Sullivan

OVER 1,100 people yesterday bared all in a frozen June dawn to take part in a nude installation by American artist Spencer Tunick at Blarney Castle.

The installation called for volunteers to be photographed naked at several locations on the Blarney Castle estate over a period of several hours. Participants arrived at 3am and the shoot began at around 5am. It concluded around 9am with Tunick photographing the last 50 volunteers kissing the Blarney Stone while naked.

"Most people came from Cork or the Munster area," Cork Midsummer Festival director William Galinsky said, "though some came from further afield.

"Usually, when Spencer does an installation in a particular city, about one in a thousand people sign up for it; in Cork, it was more like one in a hundred.

"Spencer was really pleased with how smoothly everything went," said Galinsky.
"We were blessed with the weather, and the atmosphere among the participants was great. We were really privileged that Charles Colthust and the Blarney Estate were so supportive; they really went the extra mile in helping us with everything."
The first shoot involved all the participants standing on the lawns within view of Blarney Castle; first they faced away from it towards the camera, then they turned around and faced the other way. They also turned and bent over so the photographer could photograph their backs."

The second shoot involved the volunteers holding roses aloft as Tunick photographed them, again within view of the castle, though at a different location. The men held white roses, the women red. First they were photographed standing, then on their backs in the grass.

The third shoot involved the artist photographing 400 women in the rockery by the castle. For the fourth set-up, he persuaded 100 male volunteers to stand in a river with coins spread on the upturned palms of their hands. Then he had them sit in the water up to their haunches.

For the final set-up, the artist had 50 volunteers posed naked on the top of Blarney Castle to kiss the famous stone in the al-together, something that even past famous stone kissers like Winston Churchill never managed.

"It was freezing," said one bare-butt kisser, a 22-year-old student at University College Cork. She and her three fellow students decided this was a chance not to be missed.

"We wanted to go down in history as the only naked kissers of the Blarney Stone. We had to lie down naked, lean back and kiss the cold stone. I was freezing from top to bottom."

She added cheekily: "With the gift of the gab, that means we will be talking out of our backsides from now on."

Cork Midsummer Festival said it was the biggest participatory artwork Ireland has ever seen.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Having sons - email forward

You find out interesting things when you have sons, like:

1. A king size waterbed holds enough water to fill a 200 m2 house to a depth of 10 cm.

2. If you spray hair spray on dust balls and run over them with roller blades, they can ignite.

3. A 3-year old Boy's voice is louder than 200 adults in a crowded restaurant.

4. If you hook a dog leash over a ceiling fan, the motor is not strong enough to rotate a 20kg boy wearing Batman underwear and a Superman cape. It is strong enough, however, if tied to a paint can, to spread paint on all four walls of a 6m x 6m room.

5. You should not throw cricket balls up when the ceiling fan is on. When using a ceiling fan as a bat, you have to throw the ball up a few times before you get a hit. A ceiling fan can hit a cricket ball a long way.

6. The glass in windows (even double-glazed) doesn't stop a cricket ball hit by a ceiling fan.

7. When you hear the toilet flush and the words 'uh oh', it's already too late.

8. Brake fluid mixed with bleach makes smoke, and lots of it.

9. A six-year old Boy can start a fire with a flint rock even though a 36-year old Man says they can only do it in the movies.

10. Certain Lego's will pass through the digestive tract of a 4- year old boy.

11. Play dough and microwave should not be used in the same sentence.

12. Super glue is forever.

13. No matter how many jelly crystals you put in a swimming pool you still can't walk on water.

14. Pool filters do not like jelly crystals.

15. VCR's do not eject 'BL&T' sandwiches even though TV commercials show they do.

16. Garbage bags do not make good parachutes.

17. Marbles in petrol tanks make lots of noise when driving.

18. You probably DO NOT want to know what that smell is.

19. Always look in the oven before you turn it on; plastic toys do not like ovens.

20. The fire department in Brisbane, Qld, has a 5-minute response time.

21. The spin cycle on the washing machine does not make earthworms dizzy.

22. It will, however, make cats dizzy.

23. Cats throw up twice their body weight when dizzy.

Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Out n about in Cork

Just a few pics from being out and about in Cork city...

Well we're not the most social people in the world, but we do like to get out occasionally and so I thought I'd include a pic or two of us out n about...


Cath at UCC (University College Cork)
Occasionally Cath had lectures here so after one day of classes, I met up with her for a cuppa at a local coffee shoppe.




The weather was good a few weeks back. We enjoyed watching a game of club cricket in the sun... (yes in the sun... it actually shone)




Cork are known as the rebels...
I like this sign (even if it is well within the city and you entered Cork about 20 minutes back)



Within Cork city - the street with all my charity shops...



The little street poles... it's the small touches.



How to annoy Alan big-time... mix 'your' and 'you're'.
This sign is on my road and I pass it every day
on my way to work. Now where's my permanent marker?
AAAARGH!




And back home - our fridge...
Is there a pastcard from YOU there? No, then get writing!




And the way life should be... after a game
of tag rugby, being spoilt by Cath...

The World according to Valkenburg

As if Facebook, gmail and hotseminakedswedishblondes.com weren't taking up enough of my time, now I'm writing a blog!

Oh well - it just goes to show - any idiot can write a blog.