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04/10/201304/10/2013

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

03/10/2013

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

02/10/2013

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

01/10/2013

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

30/09/201330/09/2013

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

27/09/201327/09/2013

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my chicago…

The Green Mill Jazz Club – used to be a hang out for Al Capone. They still have the trap door behind the bar which leads down to secret tunnels they used to smuggle in booze during the prohibition era – nuff said.

Chicago is spectacular – stunning, buzzing and seriously affable. A big city with small neighbourhood vibes. If you sneezed in the street people said “bless you”..even the cops were friendly! It is full of swingin’ music joints, great art and boasts beautiful beaches. I learnt that it is called the “Windy City”, not because of the weather but because big-mouthed Chicagoans in the 1880s were constantly bragging about the town’s greatness…and you can kinda see why.

26/09/2013

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my chicago…

The architecture in Chicago is stunning and truly inventive, every corner reveals another building more impressive and unusual than the last. Many of the them are glass fronted revealing a “third building” in the reflection; a daliesque manifestation of the original structure. To view a gallery of more of these morphings please click here

25/09/201326/09/2013

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Me and my camera being a tourist in someone else’s town, my city break, my chicago…

This is taken from the underside of Anish Kapoor’s “Bean” – a truly mesmerising giant piece of interactive art stunning from every conceivable angle.

My inner Blues Brother fanboy seriously spun out standing underneath the statue where their car collapsed at the end of the movie.

The view from the top of the John Hancock Centre. Water as far as the eye can see seriously disrupts your notion you are landlocked in the centre of America.

These two stood facing each other on different sides of the same road below the John Hancock Centre. I spoke to the guy who said he came here because she was there first and that he would be there as long as she was there…which was every day. They had never spoken.

It seemed to have escaped him, or her, that all they had managed to do was perfectly mirror a political stalemate in microcosm. If these two were happy to spend every day sneering at each other rather than talk it through what possible chance was there for peace talks? Maybe they should have taken a trip to the top and had a look at the view. It might have given them some perspective.

24/09/201326/09/2013

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my chicago…

Being in another city’s underground transport system is like being in a parallel universe, very similar yet eerily different…I felt strangely at home yet curiously displaced. The buskers were better, it seemed a bit more reliable, it was shitloads cheaper but reassuringly no-one looked you in the eye..its good to know its not just London commuters who will keep their gaze fixed on anything but the people they’re surrounded by. It must be something to do with being underground that brings out the unfriendly in everyone…if the human race has to live beneath the surface cos of some apocalyptic nucleaur holocaust or some hideous pandemic..be prepared for a lot of shoe gazing…

23/09/201323/09/2013

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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my chicago…

20/09/201323/09/2013

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Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london

..I saw this elderly man being taken out for lunch by his daughter who he clearly hated. He was riddled with misery and was clearly “over” living. But what was seemingly keeping him going was in fact this, his need to reveal his resentment at whatever it was life had done to him to those who still cared for him. His hatred of life and his loved ones was literally keeping him going.

and so concludes this week’s series of stolen portraits of men in various shapes, stages, styles and steers following on from our female focus last week. Conclusions? Different shells? Same engines? The glory of human diversification? Surface judgement vs inner truth? There’s nowt queer as folk? Don’t judge a person by a picture? Maybe, don’t listen to the photographer is probably the best conclusion of all, listen to your eyes…