December 2011
1 post
A Moveable Feast.
September 2011
2 posts
Dinner près de Saint-Germain
Aux Champs-Élysées!
July 2011
1 post
Days of Heaven
March 2011
2 posts
The Death Star!
What seemed like a quick capture lead to breaking out the tripod changing lenses and screwing on a ND filter. The picture really doesn’t do it justice because you need a really clear night to get the details. But trust me. This baby was bright.
Firenze.
February 2011
2 posts
London Fashion Week.
First Meal of the Day.
January 2011
2 posts
Amsterdam.
Stanley.
December 2010
1 post
Christmas!
November 2010
4 posts
The Aftermath.
Our Last Days As Children.
Ísland.
Graeme.
October 2010
3 posts
西藏: Part One.
西藏: Part Two.
西藏: Part Three.
September 2010
6 posts
上海: Part One.
上海: Part Two.
All Things Go, All Things Grow.
Bit of a melodramatic title. Just my way of immortalising someone very close to me. Otherwise, I fear I would forget.
Dark Was The Night.
Medicating, Recovering and Composing.
Sunrise On Pontchartrain.
August 2010
7 posts
Grace Kelly.
“You know, I just love Grace Kelly. Not because she was a princess, not because she was an actress, not because she was my friend, but because she was just about the nicest lady I ever met. Grace brought into my life as she brought into yours, a soft, warm light every time I saw her, and every time I saw her was a holiday of its own. No question, I’ll miss her, we’ll all miss...
What Must Be Done.
Come on!
Barefoot, she and him raced upwards through the trees – sunbeams chasing them through the the almost translucent green leaves above.
‘Come on!’ she shouted as she grabbed his hand. ‘Its just up here.’ ‘Alright, alright. Ain’t as young as I used to be, little missy.’ ‘Mama says age don’t matter.’ ‘Well, your mamas still young.’
They broke the edge of the trees and stopped at a cliff edge....
An Inner Silence.
Dreams feel real while we're in them. It's only...
So original.
Left-over Titan.
It lumbered and swayed. It creaked and crumbled. Cavernous opossums would take shelter on the bush of Its back. Ocean gulls would nest in its rocky underarms. Multitudes of rodents scurried back and forth from limb to limb, to venture down into the forest’s undergrowth, only when It was stationary; in search of scavenge to bring back to their nestlings.
Its granite feet weathered smooth by ocean...
We Don't Have a Long Time Left.
July 2010
11 posts
Dance Party!
And No One Knows It, But She, She Saved Me.
Variations: Night & Day.
Letter To His Daughter.
The 90th post.
澳門.
The Elimination of the Insignificant.
Who has the most awesome dog in the world?
Remember Me as a Time of Day.
I Tried to Beat the Devil too Many Times.
I like to pretend I am a great photographer. The truth is I’m just like any hobbyist who relies on Photoshop for decent looking pictures. But I have a feeling I’m not the only one who feels frustrated about producing good work consistently without too much post-production. I have a personal rule about photography. That I never opt for a complete crutch on Photoshop, and I only do so much...
I'll Try Anything Once.
Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.
香港.
Saatchi Gallery.
These are my pictures of Richard Wilson’s 20:50 at the Saatchi Gallery. I just don’t think I can put it into words. I guess to me, this piece is partially about architecture and partially about lifelessness. Nothing moves in this space. The blackness of the crude oil swallows everything. The reflection from the glass like surface gives such a dynamic range of lines and shadows. I just...
Graeme.
My friend, you are getting crow’s feet.
June 2010
19 posts
WatchAmazing.
Adam Jeppesen.
In my personal opinion, some photography is at it’s most compelling when there is a fine line between quality and mediocrity. Most of the time it’s because something is so subtle you don’t even notice it at first. In a world that is saturated by images, artists can play with this situation to produce an illusively simple and uncategorical body of work, tied together merely by wisps of implied...
Ansel Adams.
Went to The Photographers Gallery yesterday and picked up a bargain book on Ansel Adams. This mammoth measures up to 14”X17” and sold for 25 pounds. What a Steal! It features huge prints by the master landscape photographer and writings about the ideas behind the pictures. Although I was surprised not to find moon and half dome in it. But. Anybody who is interested in photography needs to go to...
The Constant Gardener.
Today I got back from Hampshire. The countryside definitely did me well, even if it was just a couple of days. There is a kind of silence there that is rarely ever available when I’m in London. It may sound cliché, but the moment I stepped off the train into the town of Whitchurch, I left all the stresses of the city behind. I ate a lot better and slept a lot better than I had for months. I felt...
The Nicest Things.
See ‘em Big ‘er
Julius Shulman.
Watching Visual Acoustics. I think I am getting into architecture too much for my own good. I can just see this new obsession leering at me from the horizon. Its literally happened to me so many times I can see it from a mile away. Sleepless nights reading, frustrated at myself, marveling those artists & work I look up to, crying myself to sleep… God, NOT AGAIN.
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