Zoë Campbell's photostream

Hi guys! Just thought I'd post a picture from my prom, which was on Friday night. It was important to me to upload it here because alot of people on here watched me grow up. Graduating in three weeks, then off to the University of Western Ontario! love you guys xo

oh p.s for those of you who followed my 365 remember the boy 'drama' this is the same boy! two years strong

I've really been wanted to post something for a while - try to get back into the flow of things - but I haven't picked up my Nikon in (gasp) almost a year. I miss you guys, and I'm trying to get back into Flickr.
As soon as I'm back to a Pro account I'll be back for good.

365 project again perhaps?
p.s I'm graduating in 62 days!

Wow.

So. Wow. Where to start?
Last winter my friends dared me to dye my hair blue. And I did it. Later, I regretted it, mainly because I looked like an idiot, but I never will regret the result of that. The new, strange hair colour gave me the confidence to start this project. Despite having smashed my beloved Nikon D60 a week previously, I began. New to the photography scene and with little amounts of contacts and support on flickr I took a shot daily. Now, I could write up every interesting thing, every crazy thing, every stupid thing I did, but I won't - that's why I'm a photographer. My photos speak for me - or the crazy ramblings underneath that sometimes got quite long will help guide you. I made friends on flickr - I made really good friends - some whom I've lost contact with, others whom I send letters to and are good friends with. I know everything about this art because of you guys. You've seen me sad, you've seen me happy, you've seen me make fake tears and make real tears, I've had great friends who I have lost, and found who my real friends are. Who can forget my absolute, complete, obsession with scrabble. Or my love of hands. But above all, was paint. Red stripes, half blue, half blue, with Andrea, out of focus, with a new hair colour, paired with Toronto bokeh and starting with this. My all-time favourite. my most pathetic, my good friend, my best friend. Christmas came and went, 2009 ended. I hated myself, and I felt empty and really, honestly found myself.
The past three hundred and sixty five days, I have grown up. I've loved, and I've lost and I've been hurt and and I've hurt others - but I've lived. So goodbye - but not for long. Either tomorrow I'll go through my day, fall asleep and keep living for a while, or I'll realize I'm making a mistake in not taking a photo and will start a second year. But either way - thank you. I'm no longer scared, I'm no longer lonely, I'm still tired, I'm no longer pathetic - I made it a year, and I'm stronger than I thought.

OH - and who can forget the poo shot? I get views from google nearly EVERYDAY from people searching for 'poo on face' or 'poo smeared face'.

Damn you flickr, and your over-sharpening of photos.

Yeah. Tomorrow is my last day.
Tonight I'm meeting Jerry Seinfeld. I know you're jealous.
Downtown Toronto with Hail, Jacob and Eric.

I'm so grumpy and sick
I just got home, collapsed and cried and cried and cried

I love my boyfriend. Honestly.