And the Winner Is.

The beer was poured, the costumes were prepared and the games began. Congratulations Greece, I hope the memories of the day were not as blurry as some of these shots.

Let The Man Sleep.

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Sitting, Waiting, Wishing.

It's not every day you meet someone that is generally cool. This guy has made millions, seen the world and drives people a little crazy yet he is laid back, friendly and happy to just be in the here and now. His name is Jack Johnson.

Golden Eye.

What does a pretty women and a camera have in common? No, it's not a light weight body, wide angle view from the back or a high percentage of plastic. It is something a little more superficial.

Just like a beautiful women a camera seems to have quite high standards. I have noticed it can be very picky with the people it likes to take a good photo of. It's not always the prettiest, the richest or the best dressed, but like in the above examples it seems to be people with a slight edge and a lot of charisma.

So to all those desperate people out there just wanting to find a photo they can take home, love and rub in the face of their ex-girlfriends, keep trying, and if you fail don't worry, it's me (the camera) not you.

What You Looking At Swan!

It is clear Spring is upon us when you see the little ones appear for the first time. Very cute and all but I am desperate to take some photos of real people.

It Comes From the Soul

I know it might sound a little camp but I have always been quite a fan of fashion. As a youngster the interest was spawned in an attempt to be the ‘cool kid’ at school, then as I grew up it became less about school and more about the bedroom, in particular women being in it (respectfully of course). I'll happily admit that fashion still motivates both these rarely obtained desires, however, after spending a bucket load on an education I have developed a big curiosity in the way fashion reflects and/or inspires cultural trends.

Now don’t worry I won’t take you back to Mr Lings communication studies class and write you some fluffy essay about how certain shoes represent the suppression of sexual identity. All I will to say is, I have recently noticed a new trend in fashion, which has got me a thinkin'.

It seems a new direction in footwear fashion has led men to start resting their feet into those old man leather loafers, designed for the gentleman who indulges in boating, club houses and chivalry. Now ignoring my frustration that said shoes are harder to find in Perth then a open-minded Latino women in a hay stack, I really have nothing wrong with them. This was until I took notice of the new fashion avenue for ladies footwear. In a complete back flip it seems women have decided to slip their feet into the dirt loving, battle ready, Doc Martin-esc, ankle high boots which scream world domination and “don’t dare f&*k with me”.

Now call me crazy but I think there could be something in that…whether it’s a good or bad thing I not really sure and to be honest I’m too scared of a burning bra smashing through my window to comment about. So I think it is best that I let you make your own connections. Happy pondering.

Sexy Glasses

A strange kid, but boy what a pose.

He's Got Balls

It was no world cup match but was a great way to waste a lazy afternoon.

Grow Some.

To feel a little more constructive I took a walk with my camera hoping to snap up some gold. I came across this gentleman, contently sitting on a bench, just watching the world go by. I had a plan all worked out. I would pose as a uni student and ask if I could take his photo for an assignment, I even thought of putting on some lame Swedish accent as a kicker. Then, as I am walking twoards him, fear started running through me. Why? I have no idea. But it felt similar to when you approach a girl to ask her on a date. I knew the worst-case scenario would be he would just say no and I would walk away and that would be all, but for some strange ball-less reason I chickened out. So now I am left with this grainy photo taken 50 metres away. I must have looked like a real weirdo snapping a shot of an old guy behind a tree. I think I need to invest in some edible concrete and toughen the f&#k up.

Lazy Sunday Afternoon.

Nothing beats a perfect Perth Sunday. This day was no exception. All it was missing was the ability to focus a camera while riding a bike and a cold beer at the end.

One Sweet Ride

In the process of making some kick ass pimping pedal powered performance vehicles. Expect more pics when they are finished.

Banananana na na na na.

I have discovered two things recently. The first is a lot of spare time on my hands and the second is an addiction to banana bread. The combination of these two revelations drove me to the kitchen to try my luck at creating my own slice of this fruit filled breakfast delight. It's not like I haven't cooked before, but it usually involves a packet or a BBQ. After extensive research and procrastination the result was, if I do say so myself, rustically BANANARIFIC!

Bad Blogger

I haven't posted anything in a while so here are some photos I have had lying around for a while. If anyone wants to come shooting with me please give me a call.

Eat Like A King.

Great food, great night. nom nom nom....

Mad Scientist

I have been flat out over the past two weeks and haven't had a chance to get behind my camera. To make up for it I once again went through the archives. I found this image. It looks nothing like the original shot but i saw some potential and tried what I could to replicate some of the crazy effects made by my HOLGA. Not quite perfect but after an hour of fiddling with a few levels I think it turned out kind of interesting.

Healthy Obsession.

I have recently started taking my camera everywhere I go, this makes me look a little weird while I'm food shopping but it does gives me the opportunity to take a photo if I happen to get inspired by the way the Vegemite sits on the shelf. This group of photos has nothing to do with shopping but it was only because of this recent camera dependency that I remembered to bring it. It was a great night with great company.

The Lads

The Lads all dressed up like the gentlemen we wish we were, we drank old fashions with the class we wish we could afford and we laughed out loud with the charm we wish we had. It was one great night, it was one bad hangover.

Care For A Drink?

I remember taking these photos back when I was at uni. Sad to say they were taken in an actual working pub. People actually drink in here! Anyway, I was going to re-edit them again but thought I would leave them as they are to show how my mind worked when I was a wee young lad.

Holga You Complete Me

Here are another batch of images I took on my Holga. A little more experimental then the last lot but just as much fun to shoot.

Beanie Baby

Punk seems to appear in a lot of my photos. Maybe because of a small man crush or maybe because he is always around when I have my camera. Whatever reason, it is a very cool beanie knitted by a very sweet grandma.

Sitting In A Tree K I S S I N G

I know I this is not the first photo I have taken of a forest of trees while zooming past in a car but I have a real soft spot for them. I just like the idea that it never ends. A adventure with nature to get lost in.

Why Did Punk Cross The Road?

I am not sure why but I like this style of blurring moments in time. Maybe it is some reflection of what memory is like, not quite in focus but the event and feeling is still clear. Maybe it is a comment on life, in the end the fine detail doesn't really matter, and it is about the feeling you get that is important. Irrelevant of the analytics behind it, I like this image for the simple fact I think it looks interesting. Happy days!

I Love Chair

I love this chair. It sits lonely in my room being used and abused as nothing but a landing pad for clothes i have ripped off but think can still have one more wear in them before they hit the washing basket. Today however, I decided to clean it up, so now it just holds my prized hockey gear. I love this chair.

Here is a collection of some images I have had for a while. Nothing new I'm afraid but thought I would put these up anyway. All quite different but I like them none the less. Hopefully I will get out and take something new soon.