I went up to the attic where I had been storing some of my earliest drawings and paintings. It was curious to go through my old sketch books I observed myself feeling a lot less critical towards all of the work seeing strengths and and aptitude in pieces that previously filled me with self condemnation.
A lot of work and a lot of looking. A lot of humour too.
I saw in the work the girl I was at various stages of my youth and the struggles I was facing. So many of the sketches brought a smile to my face. I noticed especially in the life studies that although my technique was crude and my lines often messy and indistinct I often succeeded in capturing the personality of the subject especially noticeable in the studies of close friends and intimates. Within my collection of charcoal sketches I saw a living past that photographs can’t convey.
I’m so glad I still have them and am gladdened at how much I’ve grown and changed since then more importantly how much I’ve stayed the same.
Londoner’s know how to pose. Certain parts of the city’s inhabitants are naturals at nonchalance. Shoreditch natives and the herds of tourists it attracts need little in the way of art direction. Point a camera at them and they’ll do the rest.
Back in the day when fag breaks were fag breaks jobbing blog fodder was part of the deal making the set up easier. A point and a nod would suffice for communication purposes. Cool minimalists to the core.
Hats off to this young ‘un for unabashedly ticking all boxes in the rock canon wardrobe and getting away with it!
The casual stance, the attitude, the fantastic get up. It could only be New York. This photo of a young lady was taken unawares somewhere on Lower East side circa 2005. Apologies for the poor quality of the picture. I wanted to catch her before the rare specimen was swallowed up by city transit.
Disco psychedelia with a subtle hint of exotic executive.
She certainly looks like she means business. A real go go getter. I’d love to know where she was headed. Any ideas folks?
From the archives I present to you some coolness from London. I shot a whole army of gorgeous Londoners back in 2011and they’ve languished until now. Take this willowy lass who showed up on my rounds in Shoreditch. Sadly I’ve little recall of her details but I remember she was very happy to be photographed for the purposes of this blog.
Her flat shoes tablecloth skirt and a pirate t shirt combo really should not look this good This one probably would get away with a hooked arm and eye patch.
I like New York in June
How about you?
I like a Gershwin tune
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I was back in my all time favourite city for six sweltering days recently. It was as I’d always experienced it crazy, hot, and fizzing with magic. And inspiring. I walked and walked till my feet swelled up all third trimester like. I greedily sucked in all the energy and sights not knowing when I’d be back there. This series was taken headed uptown into Time Square at rush hour. It doesn’t get more hectic than that or more vibrant.