Making An Effort
A struggle to get a shot of this couple thanks to the sheer number of people passing in front, but a lot to like about it. Your taste may differ. I enjoyed watching this young couple standing at the intersection of East Street with Chichester Cross yesterday; they were obviously in the early stages of their relationship on account of the amount of hand-holding, hand-rubbing, and eye-gazing going on, not to mention the complete obliviousness to anyone around them. I very much liked the way they held one hand up to one another at one point and moved in a mirror fashion, almost as if about to break out into an artistic dance. In fact I did wonder for a second if they were art students and this was simply the start of a piece of public work, but that didn't turn out to be the case. I liked her sense of style; there's something about that type of black-and-white hooped dress that screams Tim Burton to me, and I like it when things scream Tim Burton to me. I also liked the way she was standing here. It's a very elegant pose that accentuates the hourglass figure beautifully. I really, really liked that he made the effort and tucked his trousers into his stupid shoes. For #StreetSaturday , and for #PeopleAndLife (+PeopleandLife) curated by +Serein Lee. Google+: View post on...
The Pizza Place
It was raining hard; the kind of rain that stings when it hits then washes away the tears that flow afterwards. But nothing ever washes away the criminals on the street. Except me. Some days. Only this wasn't looking like it was going to be one of those days. I'm a patient guy – you don't get anywhere in this business if you can't cope with waiting – but the rain has a way of soaking into the soles of your shoes and rising up to your neck even when you're under shelter and it can get cold and miserable pretty damn quick. My mark was over an hour late. And that neon sign over the pizza place wasn't helping my mood. It flickered and buzzed, it distracted and hypnotised. It's a dangerous thing to be distracted and I didn't realise it was Mickey Thumbs dashing across the street trying to avoid the puddles until he was almost on top of me. I slunk back deeper into the shadows and waited for him to dive into the restaurant then pulled my fedora down tighter and braced myself for the tailing that would hopefully soon start. Suddenly, there was a flash and a bang – a gunshot from inside! – and a scream from a woman! Action at last, but this wasn't how it was supposed to go down and I wasn't packing heat. I froze and it all seemed to go quieter than before for a second before the rain started coming down harder. I waited, but nobody seemed to want to come out of the pizza place. I had to know what was happening. I took one last look at the neon sign buzzing and flickering away, then stepped out of the shadows… For #FilmNoirFriday curated by +Thorn Button, +Kel Hayner, and +Paul Wright. Google+: View post on...
Hands
I found myself behind an elderly gentleman today and was drawn immediately to his hands; he held them behind his body as he walked, gripping one wrist and playing with his fingers. I knew I had to get a shot and so matched his walking pace (by slowing down to a near crawl, naturally) and brought the camera down to hip level to get the picture. The shutter noise must have startled the old guy causing him to stop abruptly; I was chimping at the time and we collided. Physics took over and the conservation of energy transferred my forward momentum into his downward motion. Concrete met an elderly face in an explosion of pain and I couldn't help but feel a little at fault, though I swiftly tempered this guilt with the knowledge that had he had his hands out in front like a normal person he might have been able to soften the fall. Stupid old man. Google+: View post on...
Ventriloquist
I'm something of a prankster when I'm out and about photographing people, and I've recently started to learn ventriloquism because I've realised there's a gap in my mouth-based skillset that can only be filled by throwing my voice. This combination came together today as I passed the lunchtime period by pretending to be a visitor from the spirit realm enquiring as to the well-being of a group of pensioners across the road. They cried, I laughed. Google+: View post on...
Facehugger
You see them dotted around; little things, interesting-looking. You're tempted to get close but you shouldn't because if you do… BAM! You've got yourself a nasty case of the facehugger! They'll move fast and wrap themselves around you, incapacitating you with strength that belies their size. Later, they'll seem to fall off by themselves but inside you something terrible is happening, you'll feel a pressure welling up, and you'll know it's only a matter of time before you're a goner. Did I mention they have acid for blood? Yeah, they've got acid for blood too. Little girls. Google+: View post on...
Leopard Print
"Please tell me you took a photo of that woman in the pub garden." "How long have we lived together? Of course I bloody did!" Google+: View post on...
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