Me and my camera in my home town, my capital city, my london
Tis the season to get dolled up…Tra la la la la…
Have been watching over last couple of weeks everyone getting their doos done to look their best for their xmas party only to then probably get completely trollied and end up looking their worst. There is probably no other time when people begin so well and end so badly. From glamour to gutter in several hours of misjudged consumption. It would have been great to have a before & after photo but that would mean me stalking these people which would be not only over-zealous in the name of art but almost very definitely illegal. (Paul Weller not permitting)
Photography is a voyeuristic business at best but there is something about taking a picture of someone through glass that makes it even more so. It feels that you have transgressed a barrier, albeit an invisible one. There is also something about having your haircut that looks like an intimate moment even though it is anything but. You are always in plain view, brightly lit and deliberately visible to the world and yet it still feels like more invasive to take a picture somehow. As you can see it hasn’t held me back, if anything, it has possibly encouraged me to pursue these voyeuristic captures.
Would I want to be photographed having my haircut? No, but that’s because I cut my own hair and it would mean someone had broken in to my home and then photographed me…I mean, who wants that? (yes, I cut my own hair, don’t judge me. I just can’t take the awkward chat & the inevitable disappointment)