After a fairly underwhelming night, I'm refraining from ranting, instead I'm going to flit whimsically around the maelstrom of thoughts that plague my fudging head (I didn't think fudge)
1) It's a good feeling to find a person that you worked with briefly over two years ago can recall your moniker at a moments notice in the gents, must have aide a remotely respectable impression.
2) "Coming to terms with one's ethnicity". After using this in a text message, I've managed to spend a good 30 miniutes questioning this in my head, I didn't think there was, but maybe ther is something there. More to come on that.
3) and finally.
Saturday, 17 March 2012
Thursday, 1 September 2011
Day one:
So today I started a Communications Internship at Gasworks in London. It Went 'tres' well. To keep things short, everybody is lovely, and its an amazing (said in a Prof. Brian Cox accent) environment. I really think I'm going to learn loads. Pretty standard first day though, Just getting to grips with the location, the systems and the new environment. I will have more to update with after day two. On another note, I'm going to get fat if I have too many Burger King's at Liverpool street for the train home. I ate that like a ravenous tramp.
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Tuesday, 7 June 2011
I'm off to Photo the Fitz
I do love a bit of street photography. Just incase that wasn't obvious enough. So when I saw the brief for Diemar / Noble Gallery's Fitzrovia Photography Prize, I naturally wanted to go out and show the world what I do.
Having taken a large amount of the photos for the series 'Watch' around the Fitzrovia area, I wanted to refresh the idea. Keeping some elements that worked and ditching the ones that didn't. Also considering the time gap since I last photographed on the streets of london, a lot has changed.
The fashion, the shops, the road layout. Me. (My camera)
All was different, and all these differences lay before me ready to be used and manipulated.
I have always been fascinated with light, and how it reflects, refracts and passes through objects. I found myself hunting for the best pieces of light to capture the crowd and the individual. As the sun was setting, I had to keep my practice in flux as it got lower, looking not only for the golden beams streaming between buildings, but also reflecting off the windows and fascias. This kept me fresh and on the go. Forever moving until the last drop of light had been milked dry and dusk set in leaving an anticlimactic flat light to London... but only till the city lights up for the night.
The city is beautiful, so are it's people. As long as the sun is shining, I could spend days just walking and watching the light kiss its citizens as they go through life. Some rattle like a freight train, others ebb like a gentle stream. A photograph holds, the moving bodies and freezes them, a single moment, and holds it above the ones that precede and follow it, for it is now forever.
Five photograph's from Fitzrovia:
Having taken a large amount of the photos for the series 'Watch' around the Fitzrovia area, I wanted to refresh the idea. Keeping some elements that worked and ditching the ones that didn't. Also considering the time gap since I last photographed on the streets of london, a lot has changed.
The fashion, the shops, the road layout. Me. (My camera)
All was different, and all these differences lay before me ready to be used and manipulated.
I have always been fascinated with light, and how it reflects, refracts and passes through objects. I found myself hunting for the best pieces of light to capture the crowd and the individual. As the sun was setting, I had to keep my practice in flux as it got lower, looking not only for the golden beams streaming between buildings, but also reflecting off the windows and fascias. This kept me fresh and on the go. Forever moving until the last drop of light had been milked dry and dusk set in leaving an anticlimactic flat light to London... but only till the city lights up for the night.
The city is beautiful, so are it's people. As long as the sun is shining, I could spend days just walking and watching the light kiss its citizens as they go through life. Some rattle like a freight train, others ebb like a gentle stream. A photograph holds, the moving bodies and freezes them, a single moment, and holds it above the ones that precede and follow it, for it is now forever.
Five photograph's from Fitzrovia:
P.S. I had rather long conversation with the clown, his name is Alex, if you ever see him, say hello.
Saturday, 30 April 2011
Hunting for Bunting.
Yes I think that title is very clever. No I'm not ashamed to blow my own horn.
Formalities out of the way, street photography was a bit of a lost art for myself, ever since my series of photographs 'Watch' I haven't properly returned to the subject. I still harbour the same influences: Philip Lorca diCorcia, Bruce Gilden and Martin Parr to name a few.
After a lengthy amount of time googling privacy laws and the and how the legality of a) taking photographs in public and b) taking photographs without peoples consent, I hopped on my bike and went on a hunt.
Much like a deer hunter will observe his prey, a photographer must do the same, approach each situation accordingly and most importantly, smile. What I had forgotten about the experience was the thrill of the chase, interacting with people and capturing that moment, The one where you don't even need to check the screen, you just know something special is there. Unfortunately on my return to the streets I didn't have any Cartier-Bresson style decisive moments but I did snap some rather interesting things and several celebrations of the royal wedding.
Check them out below.
Formalities out of the way, street photography was a bit of a lost art for myself, ever since my series of photographs 'Watch' I haven't properly returned to the subject. I still harbour the same influences: Philip Lorca diCorcia, Bruce Gilden and Martin Parr to name a few.
After a lengthy amount of time googling privacy laws and the and how the legality of a) taking photographs in public and b) taking photographs without peoples consent, I hopped on my bike and went on a hunt.
Much like a deer hunter will observe his prey, a photographer must do the same, approach each situation accordingly and most importantly, smile. What I had forgotten about the experience was the thrill of the chase, interacting with people and capturing that moment, The one where you don't even need to check the screen, you just know something special is there. Unfortunately on my return to the streets I didn't have any Cartier-Bresson style decisive moments but I did snap some rather interesting things and several celebrations of the royal wedding.
Check them out below.
Friday, 29 April 2011
They say you should suffer for your art...
Well today I suffered, today I cycled a total of 27 miles in search of those celebrating the royal wedding... That's not a typo, that actually says 27 miles (no way i'm ever doing a marathon). Well here is a teaser of the spoils:
More to come later with a bit a babble too. (when I return from the pub).
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