So quite easily someone might think this blog had dusted.
Truth is, the year has progressed like a airbus and plenty going on. I’ll have to digress further in due time.
What’s good is that I’m finally up with a functional camera, and in action with homebased darkroom at last.
It’s 6 years since I had a play with the process in New Zealand and at last the motivation and convenience to get on this is lifted.
These are moments that pass me, that I don’t want to let go, life calls out to be seen just the way it is, and no more to it than the evergoing interpretation of all around us.
Here we go then – a frame from the first film.
On my way to work, East to West commute. I thought this man had a very gentlemen, profesouresque like quality to him. The intrigue is usually enforced by how diverse a mix you sit next to and in front of.
Now adding to that it was the first frame and I managed to shoot that twice, the effect was a rather dreamlike, true to the morning sort of moment. It is that one place where ‘like underground goes overground’ you fluctuate between the state of dream and awakeness. There is something to that, it is quite often I dip out and I see that I am not alone.
He caught my eye indeed but he was cool about it.
Back to the days of last year – Moshi moshi to the Japanese festival in Trafalgar Square. So tasteful food at hand, you can always appreciate this side of Asian Pacific culture. There was a lot of good energy there, you want that to pass on as wide as possible through the city that can be so grim at days. One day I hope to learn Japanese, it’s so unlike so many other ways of communicatingio.
Had these scanned in from the ‘Aperture’ shop.
Gestures of sorts were finding their ways through, you start to see the divide in knowing the act.
Ran into this guy as I was leaving the space. I can’t remember what occasion I would have known it to be then. So let your imagination go loose..
Trainspotting meets Radiohead meets 28 days later. #cityofcostumes
Now what if this was the alpha breed you see in London rather than the aggressive pitbulls you see around. I fell in love with this dog, it was so adorable had to get a frame.
This was right outside Troubadour in Earl’s Court.
Iassen outside Troubadour. Told me so many stories from this place. Cultural heritage to a questionable future. Used to live quite close to it my first phase in London. Yet never went by.
At tube station. Venguetta from Dragonball.
1/2 second. A city fuelled on alcohol. When you see it’s true connections you want to smile.
Just lovely. She was real cute, and untouched by cynical musical world. Streets of Camden.
What makes photography so interesting here is that there is no real label of ‘the future’ as yo’ll notice her handbook was quite the predecessor, even if she was standing in front of the piccadilly world of advertising and newon.
Intriguing to see her encounter, the lost in translation version of England.
You can wonder if she had ever been here before and what she really thought about the city.
A moment in the Southbank which you could read a lot out of. Freed musician, doing it on his own without expectancies. Those are always the strongest street musicians.
Telling from the folioage, it is obvious these go way back almost a year – yet another sign to get off the dust here.
A serues to come of these. Light was ascending, the street was widely attentive-seeking and the moment presented itself so elegantly. Little fellas on their own. Little L, in their space.
That feeling you see everywhere, the unresorted continuum, time beats you to get going all the faster you want. Surely tunes will amplify and support that experience.
I met here on my way up my road, she was sitting in a very sweet spot of light and shadow, her reflection in the window was striking, everything about the situation was calling a watcher in. I got the conversation going, ended up hearing quite a lot about her story, her authorship plans, conspiracies of historic events. She was a real interesting character, think I’ll get a chance to see her again and hear what comes of her creative pursuit. I’d say a lot more but I want to respect what she told me to not be all for interwebz. All I can say is, you come across these moments when you really don’t expect them. The moment took me, and naturally I’m gonna have to learn to step back sometimes and get right on the settings.
Euguenia, Kingsland Road.
Ironic that last frame should be the right exposure. There’s almost no going back to 35 mm, medium format is very addictive, and so is it to get the darkroom experiments right.
More to come, thanks for reading