My name is Gabby Chia and I am from the West Coast of Canada.
Welcome to my blog. I'm here to document some thoughts and find inspiration while attempting to improve my hand at photography. I find inspiration in the melancholic and hope to reproduce the hum of nostalgia for you in my images! This blog might consist of random thoughts - raw and unpolished. You can find me here, typing away on this electronic archive of thoughts and images. Or if you'd prefer some other social media site, those can be found in the footer.
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I had the pleasure of working with VIP Shop! They sent me this beautiful off the shoulder dress that I've been getting compliments on every time I wear it! It also fits perfectly for my small frame and the elastic band around the shoulder doesn't pull up my shoulders at every movement.
I tested it out for a few weeks and so far the quality has stood up to my constant accidental tugging on the fabric. It's a great midi length that sits just halfway past the calf which is the perfect length where it doesn't get caught walking up the stairs.
Finally get to share with you some cinemagraphs I created for LaVinge Naturals! The light outside was harsh, but as soon as we got into her studio, the blaring sun played in our favour.
I've been taking a posting break to focus on creating better content! As much as I love photography, my passion is in the editing so I decided to focus on creating some more complex images!
I've been debating purchasing Plotagraph software for quite some time, so I finally took the plunge and I'm so excited to use it on future images! I've always made cinemagraphs, but they often don't turn out from the tiniest inconsistency. With Plotaverse, I can make my photos move from still images!
We returned to a sea of tall grass and early blooming flora in our staple neutral shades to take our staple neutral images.
I attempted some more surrealism, which I'm relatively pleased with! I had the chance to prop open my book of short tales and horrors from the distinguished (though unfortunately not at the time) fantasy writer, H.P. Lovecraft. If you kept up with my blog, you might know I am inspired by his writing and stories often!
Although I have been lacking a posting schedule, I have not been lacking in photoshoots, so as long as I don't neglect my blogging duties for extensive periods of time again, you can expect much more!
Just working on getting back into the swing of things.
Not often do I experience nightmares since in most of my dreams I give myself an omniscient perspective, rather than a member of the cast. Despite my dreams having wildly unrealistic qualities, I seem to remain ignorant to the true nature of the situation: that it is not reality. For a time, it is my reality, all aspects of distortion are true.
Here is a recent nightmare which seems ridiculous in hindsight.
The hole in the door shows me fantastic worlds
Keeping the space between myself and everything else
I once peaked into the world with an inconsistent concept with physics
Where the bicycle wheels would roll in the opposite direction they were moving
But last night I came upon a peculiar picture
A dysmorphia of the worlds which have never seemed so sinister
Through the looking glass I came upon swamp of some sort
Where the land was quite dry but surrounded by misty waters
Transcendent I was, pulled into the picture
I stepped over the puddles in fear of the water
The shape of a fin much larger than I, revealed it's body
She waved, he waved, then the many finned creatures slipped beneath me
Just glimmers they led me to the end of the path
As I raised my head I found myself back behind the door
Watching the scene unfold
Costumed people, or were they people at all?
Mascots of various animals, multi-coloured ducks are the most memorable
Twenty at least gathered amongst themselves at the end of the path
They look at me and I no longer feel safe behind the door
They approach without a word
Marching closer they appear on my door step
But I am no longer there, I stand on the steps where I watch
As three mascots look into another world
Woke up in the early hours of the day to attempt to catch some morning golden hour. It turned out to be a little more cloudy and dreary than golden, but we managed to get a couple photos in before my feet froze from frolicking bare foot through the wet and icey grass.
Here's a little photo series made in collaboration with Circcell Skincare! The products they picked for me are perfect for for my skin type and dramatically improved the overall look for my skin! I used to use 3 products to achieve the same results as the Mandarin Cleansing Milk (which smells amazing), and the toner keeps it hydrated without feeling oily. I usually remove my make up with the Mandarin Cleansing Milk, and follow it with the pH Balancing Toner in the morning and night. Also, their products are vegan, cruelty-free, and made in the United States, so you know you're purchasing ethically!
The lighthouse keeper
In the darkness and solitude of endless blue,
I keep the light.
In the dampness and claustrophobic roundness of a stone enclosure
I keep the light.
Warding off the dissolute strangers who make a mess of my perilous camp,
Fending off the creatures of mythos who challenge my reign.
Far I have come, and further I will go,
To keep the light.
/Echoic clacking of boot heels displacing flurries around the pavement, the only accompanying noise is the breeze sending hollows through drainpipes./
Ventured off to an abandoned mental hospital to try and get some images of decrepit buildings. The texture of flaking paint and shattered windowpanes overgrown with vegetation dominated the grounds. Here are my favourite shots from the day!
You step onto the cobblestone pathway, still damp from the past night’s thunder. The mist which blinds distant strangers settles into the roadway, alleyway, and back street; clinging to the walls like moss. The whole city is coated in a thick sheet of grey, even the neon signs appear a dimmer shade. Your hands prickle from the cold, and yet, you enjoy it. The damp pathway makes the ground feel softer, the muted colours run smoother, the chill of the wind reminds you of the times your mother told you to bundle up, and you didn’t. The smog of the autumn gloom feels like cotton that you can't touch. As if it's there, but it isn't. Like a hologram where the air is messy but you taste the mess when you swallow it.