G'day all. Start the day proper with some home developed monochromes of Tara fresh of the tank

SEIJI KURATA

I love Kurata. The crisp monochromes, the flash technique, the fact that he took his medium format camera in tough environments and snapped away with nonchalance.

Compared to his fellow Japanese snappers Moriyama and Araki, Seiji's work is much cooler and less erotic, the man concentrates on sociological issues that riddle Tokyo city and its streets.

I'll leave you with these shots, as you scroll through them please think about modern digital photography and how it will NEVER get anywhere near such perfection. 

Enjoy

Huck Magazine

Huck is one of those publications everyone wants to be part of. Urban, gritty, raw and special. I have been following them since i picked up a camera years ago when i lived under the scorching Aussie sun. 

I loved the magazine then, i adore it now: there's something incredibly genuine about it which is pretty much a rarity nowadays, you flick through the damn thing and it feels good, sincere, real.

When they did a feature on my exhibition/zine launch at Doomed Gallery i couldn't believe it, i was stoked and stunned.

Thanks guys. Thanks a lot. That was a good day

http://www.huckmagazine.com/art-and-culture/print/zine-scene-print/australian-misfits/

Stanley Weber

A few weeks ago my good friend Stanley Weber came to London from Paris for an ADR: he was keen to do a little shoot with me at my place so we spent a whole day talking shit and shooting.

It was nice. The man is a talented actor and i dig his old school looks. They don't make them like him anymore.

So merci beaucoup, monsieur Weber. Twas a pleasure, son

Bad Girls Don't Cry

It was a rare sunny hot spring day in London, the light was good and the stars aligned. We took Tara down the bmx track and started snapping away. The place looked good. Had a good feeling about it. 
Lydia smashed the make up and hair combos and we were on a roll. 

Then this young looking kid with his bmx came out of nowhere: he looked so goddamn good, i asked him to do a few tricks in the background, it was all perfect.

Hours later, down on my knees in the small toilet i was agitating the tank full of medium format negs and chemicals, hoping everything was there. As i pulled the celluloid out of the tank i couldn't help but smile. The Gods had been on my side.