Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my nights out, my Berlin…
In Berlin the tubes and trains run all through the night all through the weekend. You are never too late to go anywhere and it is never to late to get back – it is a beautiful way to live. There is and has always been much talk of this happening in London. I will not hold my breath but will pray to the gods of the Underground to implement this, preferably in my life time…
Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my Berlin…
Next week: MYBRLNites!
Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my Berlin…
Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my Berlin…
Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my berlin…
Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my berlin…
Me and my camera in someone else’s town…
I had the privilege of being given a photographic assignment to document Massive Attack’s headline gig at the Fete De l’Humanite in Paris last weekend. There were 80,000 people there. It was immense.
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Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my Tel Aviv
And so this concludes TelAvivision week – TA is a buzzing city with a really great vibe. The city itself is quite mashed up and messy but in a good way and pretty noisy. The people are very relaxed and very very friendly. The food is amazing. Its on a beach and its a serious 24/7 party town. It ticks a lot of boxes and exists like any good city, in its own bubble universe. It has more in keeping with other cities like Berlin or Barcelona than it does with the rest of its country. It was not what you expect but then so few things rarely are. When we leave preconceptions at home we see things as they are, not what we assume them to be…
Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my Tel Aviv
These pictures were all taken at the Ha’Carmel Market which is one very thin 100 yard stretch of stalls and home to more great looking characters than you can shake a stick at. To see full gallery please click here
Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my Tel Aviv
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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.
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
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.
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…
Me and my camera in someone else’s town, my city break, my chicago…
Silencio is a member’s bar in Paris designed by David Lynch. It feels exactly like you are in one of his films. Moody, atmospheric, surreal and strange…I was even accompanied by a mystery woman in a red dress making it all the more Lynchian. Now where’s a reverse talking dwarf when you need one?
In Paris the homeless sleep on the air vents from the metro to keep themselves warm at night. A familiar sight, no-one pays attention to these lifeless bodies.
