Things that Bookstagramming has taught us…

“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
― C.S. Lewis

Things that Bookstagramming has taught us…

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How fast coffee/tea goes cold. If you think you’re drinking that after you’re done with photos, you’re wrong. Not unless you drink it during… In which case, the level of your mug slowly goes down across your photos…

That some flowers photograph better than others. *stares pointedly at yellow tulips*

Got those bendy wire lights? Great. Fantastic aren’t they? Except for when you’re artfully adjusting them and just when one bit has bent the way you like it… another bit pops out of its place. Magical vibes in photos, adding hours extra onto your actual taking of the photos… Bonus points for each time you accidentally step on them, poking sharp holes into your feet.

How fun it is to go shopping for bookstagram props.

How heavy a stack of books is. Especially balanced on one hand. At an awkward angle. While frantically taking a million photos with your other hand.

That the right kind of light is elusive and only shows up while you’re busy doing something else. And if you do catch it, by the time you’ve set out your props, hello clouds!

The dreaded A word.

That it is impossibly hard resisting eating that beautiful cupcake/sprinkled doughnut/stack of cookies before you take photos with it… And you often fail at this. Repeatedly.

That it takes a lot of contorting to get those perfect shots. Particularly sock photos.

The satisfaction of getting that perfect flatlay on your first attempt.

How awkward and weird hands look?!

That if you take too long taking photos with your whipped cream-topped hot chocolate, the whipped cream will actually melt and droop over the side of the mug. Onto your books.

That it is very easy to spill hot wax.

That people will stare at you if you take photos outside. Especially when you’re in the middle of contorting yourself to get that perfect shot.

That every time it’s a beautiful, sunny day, there will be GUILT that you’re not rushing to take photos that second.

That cover lust is a very real and incurable phenomenon.

That euphoria you feel when something that’s been sitting around in your house/apartment for forever actually turns out to be the perfect prop…

That glossy book jackets are a nightmare to photograph.

That taking photos of books and bookish things is a very niche but awesome pastime and actually taps deep into your creativity.

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Thank you for reading everyone!
What has bookstagramming taught all of you? I’d love to hear more!

 

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9 Comments Add yours

  1. Ken Harrison says:

    This made me look through the pics on your blog LOL. You do a damn good job with them. 😎

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    1. haha! Thank you so much! 🤗

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  2. Spunkyreads says:

    I collaborated with Jord and selected the same watch too

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    1. ooh how fun! Isn’t it a lovely watch?!

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  3. This is the most fantastic post I have seen all day. 😂

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    1. haha! Thank you so much for reading! I’m glad you enjoyed it!

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  4. Haha, that is very true about the level of tea/coffee. Basically, don’t do what I do and make a really nice cup of your best coffee for a photo :’D Love this post. It made me laugh several times over reading through it.

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    1. Aw no! I bet it looked really pretty in the photos though! And thanks so much for reading, so happy to hear you liked it!

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