model beginnings.

Alone beneath the stars so high
The world is in my hand
With you the world is

I’ve just found this amazing website Vanishing Cultures – an American Portrait where they are going to build a trailer, 35ft long, with which to mount the largest film camera ever.

It ta…

I love you
I miss you
I care about you
I wish you could be here with me now
I love you
I miss you
Don’t feel ok without you
So to you someday I’ll come somehow

I’ve just seen an article where a snapshot picture of the River Rhine sold for $4.3m

It’s nothing special, just a picture that anyone might have taken and (in my opinion) isn’t that…

Thought I might do a brief overview of what I speak about at the workshops with regards to directing.
1; To slow right down within yourself and carefully and passionately sculpt the model’s fac…

Not all that comes out of the Darkness will be what you fear,
although you may feel you have nowhere to run or hide,

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The sum product of images produced from a person’s camera is but a glimpse of the width and breadth of that person’s wordly exploration.

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All photographers are butterfly catchers.

Have just completed the September 9 workshop and woke this morning thinking much about life and about being creative. At nearly every workshop I mention to enjoy the process rather than attach to the…

“You really don’t shoot in RAW?”

Have just completed the August 21 workshop and the theme was direction direction direction. However I have felt it better to emphasize communicate communicate communicate in this piece. I believe tha…

At the most recent workshop I was showing some shots of my latest car to the participants and realised the link to the workshops. As I went through the shots I realised how there were so many similar…

fuck millianaires. cant spell.

I’m left questioning myself once more
wondering what it’s all for.
And now my hearts exposed and raw
leaving all feelings discarded and strewn about the floor.

My shoulders felt as though they carried an extra weight, a very large secret in fact. And in one fitful, feverish night, that secret finally came out.

Yes, I had wings, but so what? Are human beings so conceited now that they think there are no mysteries left in the world?