Photography
This section showcases photographic releases for sale, exhibitions, and tales with accompanying images that are worth a look.
New York Hipstamatic’d
10 October 2011
For my final week of NYC escapade I’ve sidelined the SLR for iPhone’s retro-lovin’ Hipstmatic App. Think saturated cross-processed colour palettes with super-contrasty vignettes, torn edges and a virgo-friendly square format.
Join me for a short series of street-side snaps from my strolls here and there…
The Patriot
Birds of the Mountains
19 July 2011
When Sydney starts promoting Bondi Beach as its premier ice skating destination it’s time to head for the mountains. Last weekend I zipped up to Blackheath for a rather splendid gathering of eat and drink loving comrades. The ‘Blue-ies’ in this most wintery of seasons offers all the charm of single digit temperatures, misty morning vistas, open hearths and lungs most happy with an abundant supply of pure oxygen. On my morning stroll I encountered a few rather tame feathered friends… here are a few shots of the cheeky wing’d monkeys.
Mr Magpie
Autumn in Melbourne
2 June 2011
I seem to favour the more intermediary seasons… in particular Autumn. It’s Mother Nature’s sabbatical toilet break after her somewhat scantily clad Bondi summer. Autumn’s her intermission before returning to the task of delivering winter’s chill.
Last weekend I spent a few Sydney-escape’d days loitering the lane-ways of Melbourne in the midst of her seasonal shift. Here are a few images from my wanderings.
Brace yourselves… The Lower North
11 January 2011
Being a temporarily displaced Eastophile, only a few months ago the notion of ‘interesting’ existing beyond the boundaries of Potts Point and the Everleigh Farmers’ Market, with an occasional sidesweep of Bondi for a weekend plunge, was ridiculous.
Today in January 2011 here I am… imprisoned… shackled to the confines of Neutral Bay Woolworths and The Oaks cook your own steak mate. I’m now forced to endure the sensory destroying slam of Military Road to travel anywhere beyond my postbox.
I’ve chosen though to push my pre-defined notion of northside suburban picket fencing aside. I’m taking on the task of proving myself and the rest of the East, West or South wrong by exploring the assumed unexplorable. And the tide is definitely turning. I’ve very pleasantly surprised myself with some fine discoveries, both existing and more importantly emerging… all in a location that would previously have been completely off my destination radar.
So step out of the ‘I’m living in the only place worth talking about’ closet, and lock in the GPS for a day of tree-lined inner city north.
Project – Sydney Chamber Choir 2011
28 December 2010
This year I worked in collaboration with Sydney Chamber Choir for their 2011 Season Program. This involved photographing their collection for next year’s concert series during my travels, as well as designing their print program.
The images will be available in early 2012 in limited release. All proceeds from sales go towards the continued evolution of the choir and their commissioning of new input from Australian and overseas emerging composers and artists.
A Season-flipped Christmas
25 December 2010
27˚C, blue skies, a light breeze, the lazy lap of harbour waves, saturated colour of new growth, warmth and life… a Sydneyphile’s quintessential 25th December. In Britain it’s sleeping bags and log fires, snow-settled window ledges and back lane toboggan races. In Sydney it’s boardshorts, sunnies, snags and santa hats as eskies and umbrellas line the coastal shores casualising (definitely my word) a tradition that says thank you for modifying me to suit your polar opposite existence.
I’ll keep today brief and let the images of the day tell the story. Rather than exposing my celebratory counterparts to un-release signed online portraiture I instead briefed myself to capturing what I love… damn good food in excess and abundance, beautiful filtered light, shared experience and almost sinking my lens into Eaton Mess to capture it’s dessertfulness.
Happy Christmas, enjoy.
St Mary’s Cathedral Christmas Bling
15 December 2010
The geometric laser lights from my childhood and ‘hands in the air’ dance parties of my 20s are most certainly gathering dust in a technology junkyard. Driving home last night I was rather wowed by the Lights of Christmas light and soundscape performance at St Mary’s Cathedral. In true post-European travel style, I pronto U-turned over the thickest of double lines to capture the rest of the show.
The Florence Lightbox
1 December 2010
I spent the last few precious days of Autumn local-ing it in Florence where Mother Nature offered a few interspersed days of silky skylines and wind-free vistas. My friend Christophe Bisson, a Norman artist (hailing from Northern France as opposed to the aussie ‘being a Norman’) always talks of the ‘the magic of the Northern Light’. For want of a geographical generalisation I’m opening his observation up to include the whole of Europe. The luminance here is softer, like one big light box suspended from Sweden to Sicily.
So with continent covering lightbox in hand I wandered the streets of Florence. I hope you enjoy these images.
7 Days in Kythira: Day 2
15 October 2010
Evolving vs the need for change
This morning I awoke to discover the battle scars of fellow warrior nocturnal battles. Splattered remains covered the surrounding walls and ceiling. A wing here, a leg there… the familiar trail of a victim’s stolen blood. It was a night of mosquito wars, the bedside lamp flicked on and off like Glen Close in Fatal Attraction with me diving under the covers as they circled for the freefall precision kill. “We wants it… we needs the precious!” I’m sure I heard them squeal with delight as I slapped and swatted aimlessly minus my coke bottle prescriptives.
1,000,000 Eiffel Towers
2 September 2010
I can’t help it. I feel the need to art direct at major tourist attractions… “Have you thought of shooting it off-centre?”, “Yes I know you don’t know me but have you looked at the positioning of the sun?”, “Denim minis are pretty but may I suggest the closing of her legs?”, “Absolutely… soft focus is amazing”. As I gazed upwards at the tonnes of elegantly formed steel that form La Tour Eiffel all I could think of were the thousands of thoughtless snaps taken every day at Paris’ number uno (why Italian?) attraction – the camera points, the button’s clicked and the image filed straight into the ‘I’ll never look at this again’ folder.
