#south Australian photographer

[speedilydeepruins]

The First summer sunset in Largs Bay, SA

#original photography #original photographer #photographers on tumblr #Summertime #summer holidays #summer activities #landscape photography #beach photography #jetties #South Australia #Largs Bay Jetty #semaphore #australian landscapes #Australian photography #South Australian photographer #sunset

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Eastern water dragon photographed on the Illawarra escarpment in NSW.

Image credit: Keelan Orrock

#keelan orrock #photographer #eastern water dragon #reptile #australia #new south wales #animal #illawarra escarpment #nature #close-up #australian geographic

[sillystringsimpsons]

BLAHAJTRIP [2022]

1:1, phone camera, in order: Corrigin, Wave Rock, Border Village, Iron Knob, Great Australian Bight, Port Augusta, Streaky Bay, Adelaide

BLAHAJTRIP is an eight-photo set of images taken while travelling through Southwestern Australia for two weeks by car. The stuffed shark plays a symbolic role, representing the transitional nature of travel, as well as the liminal stage of the photographer's life, drawing parallels between the two. All images, except the last, anthropomorphise the shark by virtue of its isolation within the frame. All eight photos appear in chronological order of the timeline of travel, and showcase the journey away from the photographer's current place of residence to his second childhood home.

Interactions are extremely appreciated.

#photography #my photos #photoshoot #my photography #photoset #2022 #blahaj #transgender artist #aesthetic photography #australian photographer #amatuer photography #ikea shark #ikea plushies #road trip #western australia #south australia #landscape #nature #sea #ocean #beach #desert #bushland #rural gothic #ruralcore #rural aesthetic #rural architecture

[sonyaheaneyauthor]

Valley of the Grose. Blue Mountains, New South Wales. 1880.

#australian history #19th century #victorian photography #black and white #nature #victorian photographs #new south wales #old photo #old phography #australia #1880s

[sheltiechicago]

My partner, Luisa (pictured), and I have moved rentals nine times in the 13 years we’ve been in Sydney. This image was made while rushing between inspections on a Saturday last year. Our children, Orson and Leon, are in the background, letting loose some of their pent-up energy.

Location: Camperdown, New South Wales

Photograph: Samuel Ferris

Australian Life photography competition 2023

#samuel ferris #photographer #australian life photography competition #black & white photography #australia #camperdown #new south wales #street photography

[brianrope]

Holiday Postcards

I recently printed three images at 6 by 4 inches size. Why, I hear you asking. Well, the committee of the Canberra Photographic Society decided to have Holiday Postcards as the subject for its monthly Exhibition & Critique meeting – you might know such a meeting as Competition night at your club, but ours removed the use of the term “competition” some years ago and does not have an arrangement…

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#Auckland #Australia #Australian Photographic Society #Canberra Photographic Society #Chris Holly #Holidays #Lyndonville #New Zealand #News South Wales #Piha #Postcards #Silverton #USA #Vermont

[herpsandbirds]

Australian King Parrot (Alisterus scapularis), family Psittaculidae, order Psittaciformes, Macquarie Pass National Park, New South Wales, Australia

photograph by Jono Dashper (@jonodashperwildlife)

#parrot #psittaculidae #alisterus #psittaciformes #bird #ornithology #animals #australia

[livingforstars]

The Milky Way Near the Southern Cross - May 3rd, 1996.

"This breathtaking patch of sky would be above you, were you to stand at the south pole of the Earth. Just above and to the right of the photograph's center are the four stars that mark the boundaries of the famous Southern Cross. At the top of this constellation, also known as "The Crux," is the orange star Gamma Crucis. The band of stars, dust, and gas crossing the middle of the photograph is part of our Milky Way galaxy. In the very center of the photograph is the dark Coal Sack Nebula, and the bright nebula on the far right is the Eta Carina Nebula. The Southern Cross is so famous a constellation that it is depicted on the Australian National Flag."

#nasa #space #cosmos #universe #astronomy #astrophysics #astrophotography #milky way galaxy #southern cross #coal sack nebula #eta carina nebula

[chosetherose]

*WSJ Link*

There Are Plenty of Power Publicists. But Only One Works for Taylor Swift.

By Allie Jones

April 18, 2024 at 8:00 am ET

Taylor Swift was celebrating the end of the Australian leg of her Eras Tour in late February when a bit of unpleasantness sailed out from Down Under and landed on the home page of TMZ. The New South Wales Police Force was investigating a 71-year-old man for allegedly assaulting a 51-year-old man at a wharf north of the city, according to their media unit. Per TMZ, the septuagenarian was Scott Swift, Taylor’s father and a key member of her management team, and the younger man was a photographer. 

The story had all the makings of a public relations nightmare: (1) Celebrity family member allegedly behaves badly while (2) disembarking from a luxury yacht, resulting in (3) a police investigation. To make matters more complicated, Taylor was reportedly present for the alleged altercation—hiding under an umbrella, TMZ said. Though the man didn’t require medical treatment, the police said, there was video footage. Would this be the end of the pop star’s marathon run of fawning press? 

Not if Tree Paine could help it. 

Swift’s longtime publicist first released a statement that did not refute TMZ’s story, exactly, but offered some exculpatory evidence: “Two individuals were aggressively pushing their way towards Taylor, grabbing at her security personnel, and threatening to throw a female staff member into the water.” Subtext: Scott Swift was simply protecting his daughter and another defenseless woman from a couple of rogue aggressors. He was not charged. 

Around the same time, as if by magic, People found a video of Scott passing out sandwiches to young female fans at one of the Sydney shows and published it along with fan commentary. “Isn’t he the sweetest and cutest,” one cooed.

Online, Swifties clocked the People story as good old-fashioned damage control. As a chorus of fan posts put it: “The devil works hard, but Tree Paine works harder.” (In late March, the New South Wales Police Force media unit said that the North Shore Police Area Command finished its investigation and that it is taking no further action.)

The public often sees Paine expertly attending to Swift’s needs, from smoothing out Swift’s red carpet dresses to leading her past scrums of paparazzi.

The average celebrity publicist does not have fans. But Paine, the 52-year-old redhead seen trailing Swift at awards shows and rubbing shoulders with Gayle King in the Eras Tour VIP area, has become a Swiftverse cult figure in her own right. Fans post reverently about her PR machinations and share videos of her expertly attending to Swift’s needs: smoothing out Swift’s dress on the red carpet, leading Swift right past a scrum of reporters whose questions have not been approved, subtly offering Swift what appeared to be water at the Video Music Awards—a night when the star was filmed dancing in a manner that suggested inebriation.

Swift has trained her followers to look for meaning in her every gesture, outfit and Instagram caption. Paine’s own work—the stories she chooses to respond to, the narrative she puts forward in the media—has become part of that lore. 

And Swift and Paine are creating a lot of lore lately. Swift spent the fall cheering on her new boyfriend, Kansas City Chiefs tight end Travis Kelce, as he sailed to Super Bowl victory, and dropped by the Grammys to pick up album of the year for Midnights and announce her new album in an acceptance speech for yet another award. The Tortured Poets Department, which fans speculate is at least partly inspired by her breakup with the British actor Joe Alwyn, drops this month, and Swift will promote it while balancing her public relationship, continuing her sold-out international Eras Tour amid growing criticism of her private jet usage and brushing off baseless conspiracy theories that she is secretly working as a Democratic operative to swing the 2024 election for President Joe Biden. 

In a long career of riding high, Swift has hit the stratosphere. It’s Paine’s job to keep her there. 

Back in 2014, Swift’s world domination was not yet assured. That March, trade publications reported that the pop star’s publicist of seven years, Paula Erickson, had submitted her resignation. Fairly or not, during Erickson’s tenure, Swift developed a reputation for being both boy-crazy and unwilling to joke about it. See: Swift’s string of high-profile relationships with Joe Jonas, Taylor Lautner, Jake Gyllenhaal and Harry Styles; her alleged wedding-crashing with Conor Kennedy; her humorless response to Tina Fey and Amy Poehler’s joke at the 2013 Golden Globes about her dating life. (“There’s a special place in hell for women who don’t help other women,” she told Vanity Fair when asked about the incident.) Erickson declined to comment for this story.

Paine, who had been working as the senior vice president of publicity in the Christian and Country divisions of Warner Music Nashville, came on board and quickly flipped the script. She launched her own firm, Premium PR, and signed Swift as her first and only client. “There isn’t a publicist in NY, LA or Nashville that wouldn’t jump at an opportunity to work with someone as talented as Taylor Swift and her management team,” Paine told Page Six at the time. 

That year, Swift moved from Nashville to New York, went full pop with the release of 1989 and began flaunting her friendships with a gaggle of famous women, known colloquially as The Squad. The public started to forget about the time Swift, age 22, allegedly bought a house across the street from the Kennedy compound in Hyannis Port, Massachusetts. 

Now that Swift has hit the stratosphere, it’s Paine’s job to keep her there. 

Throughout this transformation, Paine refused to let rumors about her client fester. The very week her hiring was announced, she began issuing public rebuttals to the tabloids. “Never believe the National Enquirer,” she tweeted about an apparently false story that Swift declined to record a duet with Randy Travis. Ten years later, the gossip about Swift has changed, but Paine’s approach has not: She recently called out the anonymous gossip account Deuxmoi for causing “pain and trauma” by posting false rumors about Swift secretly marrying Alwyn before the two broke up. 

Paine became even more visible to fans in 2020, when she appeared in Swift’s Netflix documentary Miss Americana. Wearing white shorts and blue nail polish, she clinked white-wine glasses with Swift as the singer-songwriter anxiously prepared to post her first political statement on Instagram. Swifties have since turned Paine into something of a meme: Online, they joke that Swift’s “Out of the Woods�� lyric “the monsters turned out to be just trees” is a reference to the publicist and that a redheaded Eras Tour backup dancer is Tree-coded. They have decided that in the inevitable Paine biopic, the publicist will be played by Amy Adams, and that she will win her first Oscar for it. 

The fan obsession has been fueled, in part, by how little Paine has shared publicly about herself. Her Instagram is private. The last time she sat for an interview was 2012, when she was a VP at Warner and appeared in Nashville Lifestyles’ “Most Beautiful People” issue; she posed for a photo in front of a shiplap-covered wall wearing a peasant blouse and made the astonishing revelation that she was “trying to enjoy life.” I cannot report whether that is still true; Paine declined to be interviewed for this story. 

Born Trina Snyder, Paine grew up in Costa Mesa, California. She was still going by Trina when she was initiated into Pi Beta Phi at the University of Southern California in 1990, according to the women’s fraternity’s official publication, The Arrow. 

Like her client, Paine is a Nashville transplant. In her early career, she worked her way up at a variety of L.A. record labels—World Domination, Maverick and Interscope, whose roster included Snoop Dogg, No Doubt, Nine Inch Nails and Marilyn Manson. She launched her own guerrilla-marketing company, worked for the Academy of Country Music and eventually joined Warner Music in Tennessee. 

In 1998, she married Lance Paine, a businessman and onetime president of the Nashville candy brand Goo Goo Cluster, in Las Vegas, according to public records. (Lance also served as president of the company owned by HGTV’s Property Brothers.) The Paines have one teenage daughter, and according to the society pages, they have spent some nights mixing with locals at Nashville charity galas. 

Paine has built a fearsome reputation in media circles, closely guarding access to Swift.

But mostly, Paine works. She has built a fearsome reputation in media circles, closely guarding access to Swift and sending emails to journalists with surprising velocity whenever she disagrees with a story. “Once I started working in media, I would always hear about people getting emails from Tree Paine, or maybe, people being afraid of getting emails from Tree Paine,” says Hunter Harris, a self-described “Painiac” and the writer of the entertainment newsletter Hung Up, which regularly chronicles Paine’s engagement with the press. (Harris has also contributed to WSJ. Magazine.)

In the past 10 years, Paine has guided Swift through some of the more tumultuous moments of her career: her feud with Kim Kardashian and Kanye West; her trial accusing a former DJ of sexual assault; her battle against her former label, Scooter Braun and private-equity giants for the control of her master recordings. At almost every turn, Paine presents Swift—arguably the most famous woman on the planet, a billionaire with a private jet—as a relatable underdog fighting for her voice to be heard. 

It has, for the most part, worked. In the process, Paine has become one of the most powerful people in the entertainment industry. 

Getting any kind of journalistic access to Swift has become a fool’s errand. The star sits for few magazine interviews, and in between, Paine does her best to ensure that no information about Swift that Swift has not expressly chosen to share with the public becomes available. One magazine writer recalls the slightly fraught process of interviewing another artist on one of Swift’s stadium tours a few years ago. As a condition of the interview, the writer had to agree that anything they witnessed or discovered about Swift while spending time with the other artist before a show would be off the record. Paine was clear: No journalist is going to catch Swift in her sweatpants backstage and write about it. 

When writer Emily Kirkpatrick reached out last year to seek Swift’s comment for a profile of the actress and musician Suki Waterhouse for the fashion website Ssense, Paine surprisingly acquiesced, with the caveat that Swift’s quote be printed in full—no edits, no line breaks. (Kirkpatrick, annoyed, accepted the terms.)

This is an understandable sticking point for Paine. The Kardashian-West debacle revolved, in large part, around a truncated recording of Swift. Before the rapper released the single “Famous,” which contained lewd lyrics about Swift, they spoke by phone, where he asked her to promote the track on Twitter. For years, a snippet of the call released by Kardashian painted Swift as a liar who publicly rejected the lyrics but privately approved them. When someone released the full call online—a friendly heads-up but one in which West never shares the final lyric (“I made that bitch famous”)—Kardashian tried to save face. “To be clear, the only issue I ever had around the situation was that Taylor lied through her publicist who stated that ‘Kanye never called to ask for permission…,’ ” she tweeted. But Paine never said that exactly. She tweeted a rejoinder: “I’m Taylor’s publicist and this is my UNEDITED original statement. Btw, when you take parts out, that’s editing. P.S. who did you guys piss off to leak that video?”

The biggest year of Swift’s career has also been her most public yet. There’s the tour, the new album, the NFL boyfriend, the constant tabloid coverage of her relationship with the NFL boyfriend, the never-ending paparazzi strolls with her famous friends at sceney New York City restaurants. There have been stumbles: Swift forgot to thank Celine Dion, who presented the album of the year award, when accepting her Grammy. (A photo of the two singers hugging circulated online later.) She’s still taking heat for her private jet. She dated Matty Healy. 

But the sheer volume of information about Swift that pours, ceaselessly, out of every tabloid and news outlet from the Daily Mail to the New York Times typically washes away negative stories as soon as they are published. There are fans who speculate that Paine sent Swift to Kelce’s regular-season game against the New York Jets in October so that internet searches for “Taylor Swift jets” would return cheery images of Swift dancing in a VIP suite with Blake Lively instead of stats about CO2 emissions. 

Swift is at a point in her career, however, where she could completely disappear from view and still generate more headlines than just about any other person on earth. Scientists at Caltech and UCLA recently published research proving the existence of “Swift quakes” (seismic activity caused by fans dancing and jumping at concerts). Ancestry.com shared on social media that Swift is a sixth cousin, three times removed, of poet Emily Dickinson. The New York Post talked to experts to guesstimate how much Kelce has spent wooing Swift so far (more than $8 million, allegedly). 

If Swift released The Tortured Poets Department with zero fanfare, it would probably still hit No. 1 on the Billboard charts. But she chooses to feed the beast—with black-and-white Instagram posts, snippets of possible lyrics, a pop-up poetry library, so many vinyl editions—and, with Paine’s help, make her own news.

[thewondermentofillustration]

Arthur Streeton - The River, New South Wales, 1896, Australia, oil on canvas; The Purple Noon's Transparent Might, Sydney, New South Wales; The Murray and the Mountain, 1930, oil on canvas

Sir Arthur Ernest Streeton (1867–1943) was a great Australian Impressionist landscape painter. He was born in Duneed, Victoria, Australia. Aged 15 years, he began night classes at the National Gallery of Victoria School of Design. He also learned the rudiments from studying art manuals and photographs.

At age nineteen, he began an apprenticeship as a lithographer. He also joined a painting group where he painted plein air, alongside Tom Roberts, Frederick McCubbin, and Louis Abrahams. He soon became a full time painter and developed a friendship with Charles Conder. The group of artists often camped and painted outdoors at Box Hill, Heidelberg, and the Yarra. They also provided art lessons and formed the Heidelberg School. During the 1890s, Streeton traveled further inland in New South Wales to explore the outback and the Hawkesbury River.

Streeton traveled to England. He took some time to adjust his artistic identity and become acquainted with very different landscapes. His best market was sending his English works for sale in Australia. Gradually, he began to win recognition in England, France, and the United States.

In 1915, Streeton served as a private in the Australian Army Medical Corps. After three years, he was appointed an official war artist and painted the Western Front in France. After the war, Streeton returned to painting romantic visions of the Australian landscape. By this time, he was a well-established painter. In 1937, was knighted for services to the arts.

#Arthur Streeton #Sir Arthur Ernest Streeton #New South Wales #river #Australian landscape #landscape #realism #oil painting #oil on canvas

[swanasource]

More than a dozen black models have declared they are boycotting Melbourne Fashion Week (MFW) in response to multiple instances of racism they have experienced across the wider Australian fashion industry.

The 13 models – some of whom turned down offers to appear at MFW, while others refused to participate in casting calls – are using next week’s landmark fashion event to draw attention to their experiences of racism in the industry, including claims they are being paid significantly less than white models, the N-word being used by a photographer, and hairdressers talking in derogative terms about African hair.

“In London, New York and Paris, you could not get away with what the fashion industry is doing here and how it treats black models, but they don’t seem to care or want to change,” South-Sudanese-born model Nylow Ajing told this masthead.

“Black models doing Australian fashion is a form of self-destruction”, said Awar Malek, a 24-year-old Sydney-based model. “It is absolutely the most traumatising, and dehumanising, underpaying, and overall mentally draining week and I have no desire to continue to participate.”

Dehumanising’: Models announce boycott amid fashion industry racism claims | Antoinette Lattouf and Osman Faruqi

#awar malek #Nylow Ajing #sudanese #south sudanese #sudanese (south) #Nyaluak Lethe #adut akech #Duckie thot #racism

[speedilydeepruins]

Spiraling out of control

#original photographer #original photography #photographers on tumblr #australian photography #australian photographer #south australia #travel photography #modern architecture #spiral staircase #my photo

[sitting-on-me-bum]

Port Jackson Shark - Sydney, New South Wales

Photo credit: Alejandro Trevino, New South Wales

#alejandro trevino #photographer #new south wales #sydney #port jackson shark #shark #animal #nature #australian geographic

[thinkingimages]

Glass plate negative of Eta Argus by James Short and H C Russell

In 1887 the Government Astronomer, H.C. Russell, worked an international project to map the stars in the southern section of the heavens using photography. Planning for this began in 1887 and started in 1892 after which it continued to play a major role in the activities at Sydney Observatory up until the 1960s. 

The success of this project depended upon a special kind of photographic telescope, officially known as an 'astrograph', but which Russell often referred to as the 'Star Camera'. The casing and mounts for the 'Star Camera' were made in New South Wales and were completed by 1890. As the lens, ordered from Sir Howard Grubb, had not arrived Russell experimented with a six-inch (15.2 cm) portrait lens made by J.H. Dallmeyer. Using this camera Russell took a number of scientific photographs of the stars which he felt were "…the first of their kind of the Southern Skies." 

Negatives taken by Russell,and his camera operator James Short, were printed and bound into a book title 'Photographs of the Milky Way and Nubeculae taken at Sydney Observatory 1890'. This Plate was exposed for approximately 2 hours 40 minutes. For more information see attached Powerhouse Museum Theme 'Sydney Observatory Star Camera First Photographs 1890'.

Geoff Barker, Curatorial, September, 2008

References Bhathal, R., Australian Astronomer; John Tebbutt, Kangaroo Press, Kenthurst, NSW, 1993 Haynes, Raymond, Haynes, Roslynn, Malin, David, McGee, Richard, Explorers of the Southern Sky, Cambridge University Press, 1996 Nangle, J., 'The Sydney Observatory; its history and work, Sydney Technical College, 1930 Russell, H.C., Photographs of The Milky-Way & Nubeculae taken at Sydney Observatory, 1890, publisher unknown, 1891-1907s

#Eta Argus #James Short #H C Russell #astronomy #astrophotography #stars #heavens

[oyesmendes]

my dear

a/n: this ones for the anon who wanted me to elaborate on this fic so here it is! i highly recommend you read the previous fic before diving into this one, just so you get the idea. oh and this is also highly unedited....anywhos, enjoy some singer!reader x danny <3

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I swear I'll always give my best, no pretending Give you breakfast in bed every morning There ain't no answer to this complex question I just keep falling for you every day

another hotel, another city. another room, another unfamiliar setting. but this time you weren't alone. you lean against the smooth leather headboard, sheets draped lightly around your body. you were watching the scenery outside the window when the doorbell rings, and before you could even think about moving, an 'i'll get it!' echoes from the bathroom.

"i'll take this" you hear from the door, and soon you see daniel pushing in the squeaky-wheeled cart filled with food. he was wrapped in a bathrobe, hair still standing from last night's restful sleep.

"breakfast, m'lady."

you smile softly, crawling to the edge of the bed. daniel sits across from you, handing you your cup of coffee. you both eat in comfortable silence, exchanging a portion of your pancakes for some of his french toast.

"when's the next show?" daniel asks with a mouthful of fruit.

you sip on your coffee before answering, "i've got two weeks off before the european leg."

"two weeks eh?"

"yeah," you feed him a banana from your plate, "i'm spending a week in nashville with blake to finish up a couple of tunes. i'm free on the second week."

"how about cota?" he asks almost too casually.

you hum, slicing the pancakes into smaller pieces. circuit of the americas. the texas weekend. one of daniel's favourite races of the year.

"c'mon love, you know you love a good trip to texas. think about the barbecue! the people, the music." he nudges you from across the table.

daniel is glad that it wasn't an immediate no, and it hasn't been since the sponsorship event. you've accompanied him to a handful of other events at this point, and he's showed up at your shows a couple of times too.

even the fans were getting hints. the mclaren admin had been posting pictures of these said events, with you standing close to daniel; and you had sometimes given them the soft launch on instagram - the subtle hand in your posts, or the occasional picture of brunch for two.

you were starting to give him commitment, starting to open your heart up to the australian; and although it was terrifying, you were absolutely enjoying the free fall.

"let me think about it?" you asked daniel, even though you didn't have to think twice to know the answer.

he grins at you, "that's better than a no."

-

the both of you spent your last day roaming the streets of south italy - gelato cone in hand as you walked down the cobbled path. when evening rolls around, you both walk to a quiet restaurant near the hotel and ordered dinner. you look up from your menu, watching daniel quietly as he analyses the description of each dish; his brows furrowed together as he pretends to understand the ingredients listed in italian. you clear your throat to get his attention.

"so, about texas..." you say with your hands cupping your chin as you lean forward on your elbows. daniel looks up at you with his eyes glistening.

"it's a yes from me."

"YES!" he shouts a little too loudly, apologising to the patrons near him as he closes the menu dramatically. he leans over the table and kisses your forehead softly, "thank you."

-

"you ready?" daniel closes the door to the rented mclaren, intertwining his fingers with yours. you nod, and the both of you make your way into the paddock. it felt almost like a red carpet event - lights flashing, photographers calling out your name. they were having an absolute field day with your presence.

"y/n! y/n! over here!"

"are you and daniel together?"

"daniel! is this your girlfriend?"

you make your way through, smiling shyly for the cameras as daniel leads the both of you through the small crowd. he's eventually stopped by some fans, and releases the grip that he had on your hand. you take a couple steps forward, allowing his beloved fans to have some one on one time with him.

but its not long before a young girl came up to you, holding an orange number '3' cap and a black sharpie; the front of it already signed by daniel.

"i'm a really big fan, could i get an autograph?" you look at the wide-eyed girl and smiled at her, gladly taking the marker and signing onto it. she runs off giddily, shouting to her parents about the signatures she just got.

the hand on the small of your back brings you back to reality, daniel standing right next to you to guide you to the hospitality building. it's behind the glass doors where you find a different kind of buzz - various team members getting their breakfast and having meetings. you wave to a couple of people you recognised from past events, before you heard someone call out to daniel. his hand rests on your back again, pointing to the table in the far corner where lando and zak were sitting.

"tell me you've snagged the girl, DR?" zak asks. daniel looks at you then back at zak and smiles, "i'm almost there i think."

you follow daniel back outside to the paddock, where a few of the drivers and their girlfriends had formed a small circle. they were talking and catching up with one another while you stood back, not being too familiar with everyone. but someone, you recognised as george russell's girlfriend, came up to you.

"y/n, right?" she asks and you nod.

"i'm carmen, george's girlfriend. daniel spoke about you before at dinner." you shook her outstretched hand.

she nudged you after, "big fan of your music by the way."

you blushed, "thank you, it's really nice to meet all of you."

"it's really nice to finally meet you! if ever daniel annoys you, just come by mercedes, you're always welcome." she jokes, and daniel sends her a playful glare which makes you laugh.

and for a moment, everything seemed to be going okay, amazing, in fact. until you made your way to the garage and started watching the race.

fuck. shit. god dammit.

those three words echoed throughout the garage.

you watched daniel's car spin out on screen, after being clipped in the back by another competitor. your arm was wrapped around your own body, picking at the fabric of your shirt. michael, daniel's physio, turns to you to try to give you a reassuring look; but nothing was going to calm you until you see him, hear him.

"daniel, do you copy? is the car okay?"

if you could shoot daggers with your eyes, daniel's race engineer would've been stabbed by now. you watched on the screen as the cameras covered movement in the car, and daniel's voice echoed through the radios seconds later.

"i'm okay, car's fine."

you take a breath, gripping on to whatever you could to steady yourself. its more than a hot minute before daniel's car rolls into the garage, semi wrecked, and you're speechless as your eyes fixate on the australian. you watch as he climbs out of the car, going over to his race engineer, then michael; minutes feel like hours as you watched him talk, your eyes never leaving him. he scans the garage after his conversation, and he spots you.

no words shared, everything floating in both your minds as you lunged towards each other. he relaxes in your arms and so do you, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

"fuck, i love you danny. i'm so glad you're okay."

he chuckles, and you can feel it vibrate through his body.

"i fucking love you too, y/n."

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[sheltiechicago]

Blak Lens: emerging Aboriginal photographers join forces – in pictures

Uncle Eddie Peters, Proud Torres Strait Islander

Colleen Raven (Strangways) is a South Australian Arabana and Northern Territory Mudbura Warlpiri woman and the founder of Nharla Photography. She is interested in using film, photography and other mediums to represent and preserve First Nations’ stories, languages and cultures. She is also committed to showcasing her culture by telling stories through an Aboriginal lens and to passing on the skills and the knowledge she has learnt over the years to the next generation of emerging artists

#photographer #aboriginal photographer #south australian arabana and northern territory mudbura warlpiri #nharla photography #culture #australia #first nations #colleen raven (strangeways) #black & white photography #torres strait islander