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New York polaroids......

Here a few Polaroids of New York i shoot, while the light was simply stunning.......

flowers.....

St Celelia

I found this amazing derelict building in Brooklyn while over in New York. This building used to be a school run by Nuns, We had the whole entire building to ourselves, it was a wee be spooky......I shot this little story with prop/set stylist kylie fife, check out her blog, www.jonesfife.com

Nylon Shoot

Here is a before and after of a shoot i recently shot for Nylon Magazine......a prize goes to you if you can name the film i'm watching........

food shoot

This is the meat mountain! A lovely 70's dish we resurrected!

Without a shadow of a doubt I want to be a juggler. It is the new way of life. If you watch a jugglers face while in mid juggle he or she is completely elated. Watching the balls go up and then come down, go up and then come down again. The circle, the repetition, this complete concentration creates a state of relaxation within a complex action. If a juggler is juggling balls, fruit, pies or whatever, They are content. There is nothing else to think about, just the juggle in hand!

Of course this joy of joys can stop at any time, With the objects laying dead on the ground. But what does a juggler do? he or she simply picks them back up and starts juggling again, quick, easy and simple!

Some jugglers are better than others. It is always the way, however if they keeping picking up the balls, then they have nothing to worry about......

Music and Wool

Recent shoot with Set Designer Linnea Apelqvist...........

if i could be one thing in the world.......

Nevermind if Tim Burtons's Alice In Wonderland is good or bad..........It has the Cheshire Cat in it!!!!!

.......if I close my eyes really tight I'm sure i can be him..........really really tight though otherwise it won't work......

The Carousel

I hate spinning. Never have, never will. Every since I was a youngster, spinning was off my to do list. Maybe it is to do with lack of control or feeling venerable or maybe its the fear of projectile vomit, either way none are good.

The thing is as you get older the fairground gets substituted for life and becomes a metaphor. Instead of your mates calling you a wimp for not jumping on the Mexican hat for the sixth time. You have new fears to bear, We all know what these are, money, work, friend, lovers, home and the worst of them all personal growth.

Life gets serious once you've crossed that age line, when time suddenly means something. some cross it in their early twenties but for most of us it is in the late twenties early thirties when the carousel starts to change gear.

A kid can jump off anytime, he or she might have turned green and feel like they are going to die but, they get over it. Once you cross that time line your on the Carousel for life. you can't get off, The nice man in the middle might slow it down for you from to time, to give you a breather, but that is as good as its ever going to get.

My solution, take travel sickness pills