So. The dissertation is done, and that's all about it for now. I need a rest from that.
I've been taking it easy after the hand in, well, kind of, at least I've been sleeping a lot more than in the past two weeks. I feel like going to the uni, but perhaps I should give myself a break, and not go before I have to next week. Went to see some exhibitions today (Katy Grannan at the Photographer's Gallery and Annie Leibowitz and the Taylor Wessing photographic portrait prize exhibitions at the National Portrait Gallery). I don't know what to make of Grannan's new work, they're bothering me. (Check here for example). Annie Leibowitz was Annie Leibowitz. What can I say? The exhibiton was good to see, but it felt poorly curated, like there was no structure, and I can't think of that many significant images now. Most of the portraits in the competition were crap... Or so basic stuff, that I'm really unimpressed. Some of the portraits in here.

I guess I haven't got that much to write as it feels like I've just woken up after a very, very long dream called dissertation (and a burn).
Oh yeah, that's another story. I've got a massive burn on my leg, and I've spent hours and hours and hours at the doctors. And I mean literally hours! I've been going to the walk in centre almost every single day since Friday the 16th to get the dressing changed, because they cancelled my appointment from my own GP and refused to give me any new appointments... so I've had to que every single time at the walk in centre at least for 40 minutes to get the 5 minute operation done. What a drag, I must say. The timing was perfect really with the D and all.
Oh well, at least it's healing now, slowly, but still. It's not as painful today as it's been and I don't have to go there before Friday again. Luckily I survive with a couple of permanent scars, it could've been so much worse.


(Those polaroids in the previous post are from Friday, from a party at Cass' and Kristine's house.)