The Posters

Self-explanatory?

Oh, okay, here you go.

The Self

Incidentally, post 800!!

Celebrate, good times, come on.

The Cafeteria

The Homage

Here's a photo I took some years ago - five years ago to be precise. I may well have blogged it previously.

It's a shot I've always really liked. Partly cos it's shot on trannie and decent trannie looks awesome, but mainly cos it's my little homage to one of my favourite Peter Black photos.

I scanned it again recently because I'm using it in a couple of upcoming things.

And when scanning it I noticed it was an unconscious self-portrait ... see there on the right.

Not as exciting as Selwyn Toogood on the screen but hey.

The Car

I would have called these moving pictures had it not been done better by someone else and already appropriated by me.

That and the fact that it would have conflicted with my longstanding naming convention.

The Tunnel

Going.

Coming.

The Trip(tych)

Three photos.

From Eastbourne.

The Joy

Last weekend I bought a book.

Well okay it was bought for me cos it only cost a dollar and my friend was buying like four dollars worth of books for herself.

I have more or less given up buying these types of books cos there's so many of them saying the same things. And I know it all.

But I just felt I had to have this. Partly because of the price. Partly because of the title.

Upon getting it home and flicking through, it was clear that I scored a bargain.

Not because of the contents of the book, but because of this.

Not a bad shot. Quite obviously a set up. But not a bad shot all the same.

It's a recent-ish print, I'd say 10-15 years old, though the photo itself is clearly older, late-1970s maybe.

And why was it alone left in the book? And who are the stars? There are no clues whatsoever.

The Mexican