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Vietnam 2016. Somewhere down an alley in Hanoi. Pic by that fine man @johnphaneuf while shooting #SaveTheRhinoVietnam
Found myself under a rainbow today. Nice way to kick off the year. Have a fab new year one & all, it’s going to be a good one!
Modeling my much appreciated Christmas gifts: Retro Arsenal shirt, Marks&Sparks mottled cap, and nice soft grey scarf. Happy Camper. Hope you’re all having a lovely day X
Greetings all. I found a bunch of old photos on an old computer in the attic and thought I’d post a few of them. Much more interesting than pics of my head I thought 🙂 So here’s the first installment from back in March 2000 all those years ago! Anyone guess which film…? Taken on my beautiful old Nikon FM2 on a pretty slow film, maybe a 50 or 100 ASA I’m guessing… Pictures from the attic. X
Acting in nice places.
Beautiful, magical Italy.
Beautiful, magical Italy.
Beautiful, magical Italy.
Beautiful, magical Italy.
Beautiful, magical Italy.
Beautiful, magical Italy.
Beautiful, magical Italy.
Beautiful, magical Italy.
Beautiful, magical Italy.
Beautiful, magical Italy.
Pictures from the attic. Rarotonga, in the Cook Islands, in the South Pacific. 1996. There I was cycling around the island when I came across these great kids brushing their teeth in the school field. I got my camera out and they all came running up to me… “Can you all pull funny faces?” I asked, and they duly did. These kids have brought a smile to my face for years… #filmphotography #travelphotography
If in doubt, hug a tree. I hope you’re all enjoying the summer (for those of you in the north)!
Pictures from the attic. In 2008 I went to India to go trekking in Ladakh. This is where India borders Tibet in the Himalayas. I trekked for two weeks with a guide, four horses and two horsemen. I took this picture somewhere in the Markha Valley on my tried and trusted Nikon FM2. It’s one of my fave pics. XoxoX
The 80’s was a wierd place to grow up, all big, bright, bouncy and poppy. Never really my jam. Thank God this man, in a lank old raincoat, one hand hanging off the end of a mic stand, the other hand wrapped round the neck of a whisky bottle was there to save us. The man that lit up the 80’s like a stubbed out cigarette stood, just about, on many a stage way back when. Haunted by something that dragged these words and tunes from his heart and bones onto a crowd that never could get enough of his alleyway tales of women, drinking and faraway lands. Perfect fodder for this teenage boy looking for somewhere to run and somewhere to hide. “I’m sad to say I must be on my way. So buy me beer or whiskey, ’cause I’m going far away. I’d like to think of me returning when I can. To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane” After the moshing, the drinking, the pogoing, the sweat, we’d wait for the crowd to clear out, see what was left on the floor; broken watches, coins and the odd fiver if we got lucky. Then peg it for the last train home. “Lend me 10 pounds and I’ll buy you a drink and mother wake me early in the morning” And back we came each time, to see this ramshackle genius and his horde of drunken vagabonds trouncing ‘round the stage dishing out this unbridled swill of Irish spirit. These mad, beautiful songs galloping through sticky, smoky 80’s air, far far away from gawdy shoulder pads and puffed up hair. Thank you Shane for the gut punch words and lumps in the throat. Thank you Shane for the mad, beautiful, marauding music. Thank you Shane for some of the best memories of my teenage years. “In blood and death ‘neath a screaming sky I lay down on the ground And the arms and legs of other men Were scattered all around Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed Then prayed and bled some more And the only thing that I could see Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me But when we got back, labeled parts one to three There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me” RIP Shane MacGowan. X
The 80’s was a wierd place to grow up, all big, bright, bouncy and poppy. Never really my jam. Thank God this man, in a lank old raincoat, one hand hanging off the end of a mic stand, the other hand wrapped round the neck of a whisky bottle was there to save us. The man that lit up the 80’s like a stubbed out cigarette stood, just about, on many a stage way back when. Haunted by something that dragged these words and tunes from his heart and bones onto a crowd that never could get enough of his alleyway tales of women, drinking and faraway lands. Perfect fodder for this teenage boy looking for somewhere to run and somewhere to hide. “I’m sad to say I must be on my way. So buy me beer or whiskey, ’cause I’m going far away. I’d like to think of me returning when I can. To the greatest little boozer and to Sally MacLennane” After the moshing, the drinking, the pogoing, the sweat, we’d wait for the crowd to clear out, see what was left on the floor; broken watches, coins and the odd fiver if we got lucky. Then peg it for the last train home. “Lend me 10 pounds and I’ll buy you a drink and mother wake me early in the morning” And back we came each time, to see this ramshackle genius and his horde of drunken vagabonds trouncing ‘round the stage dishing out this unbridled swill of Irish spirit. These mad, beautiful songs galloping through sticky, smoky 80’s air, far far away from gawdy shoulder pads and puffed up hair. Thank you Shane for the gut punch words and lumps in the throat. Thank you Shane for the mad, beautiful, marauding music. Thank you Shane for some of the best memories of my teenage years. “In blood and death ‘neath a screaming sky I lay down on the ground And the arms and legs of other men Were scattered all around Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed Then prayed and bled some more And the only thing that I could see Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me But when we got back, labeled parts one to three There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me” RIP Shane MacGowan. X
The Easter egg, adopted by Christians to represent the tomb of Jesus, is an ancient symbol of fertility and birth. After winter darkness, life is born in the Spring. Easter is about Resurrection, an opportunity or reminder, that no matter what we have been or what we have done, we can always forgive ourselves and resurrect the spirit and truth within us. Basically, it’s never too late to be a better person! I guess it’s up to us, individually and collectively, to determine what our resurrection looks like… Happy Easter one & all! XoxoX
I was in Italy sometime in the late 90’s shooting a TV commercial. That’s the crew, a marquee, and a bit of Tuscany floating around in the Zebra’s eyeball. Taken on the beautiful FM2. Photos from the attic… #filmphotography #travelphotography
