the best

i shoulda known that even after spending a whole day searching for inspiration this old favourite would be the one to put me on track.

sobriety

common decency

volunteers to recreate this please. and someone to fund my new found super 8 infatuation

ps. the song - i second that emotion by damn arms

bring back borthwick

this man needs to hurry on back to the world of fashion photography. his images of the mundane, made beautiful with over saturated light spills and constant documentation of family, friends and models alike have restored my faith in photography. the snapshot aesthetic hasn't been this good since nan goldin

he's also a pretty mean chef (apparantely), maybe my dream of running a cafe combined with a photo studio aren't too far off

girl about town

i'm not gunna lie to you, these images are old news. but good old news. i took these of my friend a couple of years back in brick lane. she has the best bone structure i have ever known.

i miss just getting a train anywhere, abducting a friend and making a days shoot out of it. my photography has gone down the route of the commissioned and the contextualised and i'ma making a u turn as of now

cody bralts, i salute you

currently struggling for inspiration for a video piece i will be exhibiting in march i stumbled across this little gem. not that i want to completely emulate this style, but it's totally got me on my way to some sort of visual path.

cody, you got it

Saturday Short from Cody Bralts on Vimeo.

Urban Scene from Cody Bralts on Vimeo.

get at me summer

i need light like this and i need it pronto. also i need to take a polaroid as good as dash

N.Y.C

ok i hate heights (and show offs) but i saw this and it got me going.

only seventy-four of the longest days of my life until the life partner and i touch down in nyc for my 21st! i'm totally jealous of myself right now. now all we need to do is find a bad-ass apartment to host our debauchery.

welcome to the (addams) family

i'm blue

mourning my blue hair for sure now. p10 get back in my roots

pump my gas gurl

the beautiful best friend and i stumbled across a disused petrol station in the essex countryside. the occasion deserved a roll of 35mm at least. don't be fooled by the heat though, it was minus degrees so we totally deserve medals for actually leaving her house at all (/don't blame us for hibernating for the whole weekend before)