Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
The opposing team fans were in the carriage next door. They chanted at them (in German) at the tops of their voices for about ten straight stops. During a small lull the guy in front asked me if I was into football. I said I wasn’t. He looked crestfallen, like a 6 year old who’d just been told Santa Claus didn’t exist. The chanting resumed shortly after.
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
This is a picture of a man with unfeasibly long arm hair. It has no artistic merit whatsoever. I’ve just never seen arm hair you could plait. My only defence to this friday freak show is that it might provide some living proof of our evolutionary ancestry.
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
This is also part of the gallery “The Death of Television”. Click here to view.
I have been taking pictures of abandoned objects discarded on the streets of London for about five years. I have amassed in the region of around 1000 photographs of which I am now stripping down into galleries. This is the first of the series.
I don’t quite remember how or why it started but I found myself relentlessly drawn to documenting these now homeless household items. I became fixated with their rejected status, cast out into the elements, ejected from their families, once loved and in pride of place, now discarded and forlorn.
It occurred to me that my photographs would also become the last documentation of their existence before they were removed from sight and society, sent either to languish an eternity on a landfill or simply destroyed. These pictures are dedicated to all you broken (hearted) pieces of unwanted junk. I salute you and wish you well on your journey to the great living-room in the sky.
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
The Circle (line) of Hate: why hate one type of person when you can hate them all? Also, not sure the melting pot of London, which has pretty much every culture,race and religion on the planet present is maybe such a great place for you to hang out…you’re just going to get wound up..why not try somewhere a bit more secluded maybe…like a remote island in the pacific..or maybe deep space.
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
– Would you be willing to fake an over the top but seemingly natural reaction at this clearly manipulated test for the cameras in exchange for getting your out of work actress face on the tv for a couple of measly moments?
– Oh my God, I absolutely would!
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
I don’t know what it is but I seem to have a habit of pissing off 80s pop stars by taking their picture when they’re not expecting it. Why they would be pissed off I can’t imagine? This is probably the closest I’ll get to being a pap..and its plenty close enough. Its also about as close as I want to be to Paul Weller as he looks like he’d prob take a swing if you got too close…
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
A long time ago in a galaxy far far away…a man was playing the cantina music from Star Wars on a tuba …well, no, not really, it was actually on the Uxbridge Road just the other day and I was at the bus stop and he was in his room but for a moment I was transported simultaneously back to my childhood and into outer space in the time it took for the 94 bus to arrive…
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
This is in the Ben Sherman shop on Carnaby Street. They were having a little in-store party. As I was uploading this I noticed the blond head popping up below the counter. Now, this is either a woman on her knees, an incredibly short woman or the head of a mannequin stuck on a table? I have no idea. All of these options are weird. I guess it will have to remain a mystery…unless anyone recognises the back of this head? If so, please come forward.
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
Pt II of II in My “Best British Pies” series . Two consecutive days, two cracking characters. Its a bit like buses… (not sure 2 exactly constitutes as a series, more of a duet but anyway…)
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london…
