Two of my favourite people ...

This is my iPhone wallpaper at the moment.

Sir C and Kat at her Au Revoir party. They think they look silly. I think they look drunk and adorable.

Plus, this way, when I check the time on my phone it looks like they're blowing me kisses.

Camera Bag

While many in the ... blog-o-sphere (eesh) are going (understandably) mad for Poladroid, I am not. It is admittedly a super cute and easy to use application (though it makes me very sad about the death of polaroid) but I heard about a similar application for my iPhone which meant I could use it whenever & wherever I liked!



Basically the photo-editing smarties took the faux-laroid idea and ran with it.



From 1960s to Helga to Lolo (I'm guessing they didn't get copyright permission from Holga and Lomo!) to Cinema and plain old greyscale there are more options that one person needs.

Some Examples



Faux-laroid
(One of the updates since I installed the programme gave the slight tint to the fauxlaroid frame. You can see above how it works much better on a white background now)



Fish Eye



Infrared



Lolo





Cinema



1974



Helga

(not pictured: Mono & 1962)

I may have been a little obsessed and played with it every spare second I had for the first couple of days.



It Is So Cute! And thankfully, the interface is very pared back and simple. Even the iPhone desktop icon doesn't bug me!



Yes. I do have both Shakespeare and Classic novels on my home screen.



One of the great things is that you don't have to just use the photos stored on your iPhone. The very first icon, the little camera, activates the iPhone camera within CameraBag so you can shoot and edit a photo within seconds. The middle icon is the little save to disk icon, and the one on the far right lets you select the photos you have synced to your phone (I have 1812 sync-ed) to edit, which is what I have been mainly doing.

Download it from your local itunes now*! and uhhh ... sorry if you don't have an iPhone.




* I downloaded it through the itunes application store on my darling little Dracula (iPhone) and it was free, I then went to find it on the regular old iTunes and found that it costs £1.79. Bizarre! So try from the iPhone first.

A confession. Stupidity. Glee.

I need to preface this entry. A lot.
1. I am not a big computer person (really! I promise!)
2. I am not pregnant or getting divorced.

I have an iPhone (did you know? I don't like mentioning it. Because people obsessed with their iPhones terrify me). I also have a Macbook. And an iPod.
Despite these things, I am not a "Mac" person. I do not think Steve Jobs is god (Blasphemy!?! But then who am I to know). I just think that it can't hurt to have a computer that is speedy as well as beautiful. Oh so pretty.
When the iPhone was announced I thought what's the point? I have an iPod. And a phone with a camera. Why oh why would I ever need them combined? And then I went into the Apple store on Regent Street.
It might have been all the space and the white and the shiny, but I picked up an iPhone, played with it for ooo all of five minutes, turned to Craig and said It must Be Mine. MUST and he shook his head in that wise, pc-loving, Nokia-phone0using, ever-so-patient way that he has (argh) and told me that of course I could get one. If I saved up for it. Damn him and his sensible ways.
So I saved. And saved. I got bored with saving and then I saved some more.
Finally I bought one. And it was beautiful and it was mine. And I loved it (obsessed? with my phone. Not the iPhone in general). Craig even played with it for a while and now secretly (or not so secretly) kind-of-almost-sort-of wants one of his own. Victory.

I told you that story, to tell you this story.

Two nights ago I was in my bedroom collecting clothes to wash. I grabbed my phone on my way out of my room and thoughtlessly (actually. I lie. I thought about putting it in my pocket but ...) chucked it on top of my pile of clothes. Do you see where this is going?
In the little black case I lovingly bought for it, I chucked it on top of my black and dark grey clothes that I was about to put into the washing machine. Do you see now? Oh, the agony of hindsight.

Fast forward two hours. My laundry had beeped to completion and I thought to check my messages before I put my clothes in the dryer. But where was my phone? (Agony!) I swear, I almost passed out when I looked at the ominously quiet laundry, opened the lid of the washing machine and, stomach dropping, saw my poor baby phone, the darling phone I had named Dracula (yes. really.) sitting alone at the bottom of the washing machine, isolated from the skulking clump of wet laundry. Agony.

My mind shut off and I raced upstairs, stared in the mirror and cursed myself. How could I tell Craig that I had been so monumentally stupid? I would never hear the end of it.
And with that, I raced back downstairs, secretly collected me phone from the laundry and tried to act nonchalant as I collected a tea towel, a bowl of dry rice, & my mother's hairdryer. No one noticed. I don't think that says much for my usual behaviour.

My phone wouldn't turn on. Agony. After a couple of hours in a bowl of dry rice, on top of a heater, covered with a tea towel, & dried with the hair dryer it was not only turning on but receiving text messages!
There was an almost beautiful mottling on the screen but it was fading and after a further hour with the hairdryer, and being left in the rice overnight, even that was gone!
I did dream that I would wake up to find it was over-dried & disintegrating, falling apart in my hands. HATE you subconscious.

Now my darling Dracula phone looks just as it ever did. Perhaps even better! it fought the washing machine (killer of expensive sweaters, eater of socks) and won.
It is older, & wiser but bears no actual scars.



Perhaps the touch screen is marginally less sensitive in areas and I don't know yet if the battery life has been diminished but if that's all my punishment for such stupidity? I'll take it.

I won't hear anything said against the iPhone ever ever again. It is made of envy & pieces of rainbow.