I actually make photographs everyday, it’s what allows me to be me, it’s my way of understanding not only myself but also the world around me. It’s my escape whilst also being my connection. It’s not all art, not all beautiful, hell most isn’t even interesting but these are moments, scenes and fragments I see that fire something inside my brain telling me it’s worth a photograph. Maybe I won’t use it today, maybe not even next month but perhaps in the larger scheme of things each image I take is a sketch from which I can learn.
Plus these little excursions into life sometimes come as a handy escape from retouching images & doing the accounts, along with a number of the other less “rock n roll” aspects of business as a fashion photographer.
So enjoy these, or don’t, I honestly don’t care too much. These are my moments and this is my blog, my place where I can put whatever pictures up on the walls that I like.
Time for a little personal note to the blog. It has been and still remains a busy Summer period, more work is being picked up by publications and some positive vibes coming my way from various outlets. So now is certainly not the time to take my foot off the pedal, I’m still going 100 miles an hour, only this time I feel it may not be a dead end track. It’s the passion that keeps me running with 4am starts and 12pm bedtimes, the love of my craft that sees me accepting commissions despite a full diary and the faith in my ability that sees me do this with a smile on my face.
Still with all that’s happening I still find that photography also acts as my way of dealing with the world around me and remembering it’s unseens and easily forgotten. Here are a few pieces from a couple of days down in London a few weeks ago. You’ll notice a heavy lack of people in the shots yet the feeling of human presence, this seems to be something I’m drawn to in my personal work lately without really looking for it.
Time for one of those posts where I just dump a few photographs I’ve taken whilst roaming around. In between jobs, out running errands, walking the dog, on route to/from a commission, just popping around the corner to grab a coffee, the camera is always with me just to document the world I see. Sometimes I have mini projects in mind, other times I just see what the world serves me up (although generally I seem to find themes unifying what I create).
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Liverpool Spring 2013
York Spring 2013 – Lines & Lines & Lines of Light
Manchester Early Spring 2013 – Line for Control & Chaos
Time for a little aside, back to some personal work that used to be the norm around here. Time to take a breath or two and just let the world be seen a different way, a visual essay of a day of peace and solitude (with maybe a slight dream-like overtone).
Education from the street, life lessons served upon the bricks and mortar of our city.
The world old battle of light Vs dark, the subversive intrigue of the darkness and the signs that lure us in.
I see the way now, just a little further and the light can be found, everything seemed so clear then.
I start to feel the walls closing in around me, the nature of my organic self struggling to break free.As I stop for coffee all of a sudden the world takes on a twisted reality. . . . .
My vision begins to blur, I wonder what new trickery is a foot.
Daylight and Darkness combine to confuse my senses further, perhaps I’m in a dream but I see no way out.
See it’s not all good looking people and fabulous clothing on my blog, every now and then I break out a more personal piece of photographic creativity. After all that’s the whole point of it all, creating stuff, just plain old having an idea and creating something. No agenda, no wanting payment, just creating and sharing, such is the beauty of the internet the ease with which it can be done.
A moment of clarity and calm amidst the hustle and flow of a fashion campaign shoot.
CV 40mm f/1.4
Kodak TMax400 X-Tol 1:1 (Film lovers don’t hate me for the TMax, It was honestly all I had left in the fridge that morning)
Yes the eagle eyed amongst you may have noticed that the model number of my Leica has lost a couple of integers . . . . .
Bye bye M8.2 hello M6, hello LeicaLove. Only problem with it is it gets really really really cold when shooting outside in minus temps (I guess an all metal body will do that though, small price to pay for the pure pleasure that comes with creating photographs with it)
Always nice to throw a hair flick in now and then. Even more so after naming a light set up after her. “The Mol” is now a bit of a favourite in my bag of tricks and it’s all thanks to a Bowens light going up in smoke . . . . . . . .