Wednesday 26 May 2010

This Way..


The floor of the London Eye; London, UK.
I tend to take notice of the ground more than anything else, you'll be surprised with what you can find.

Business Card.



Nostalgia.







Loving these, especially the double exposure on the last image. I've been trolling through my old negatives which I just recently developed myself. Scanning took forever (3 hours) but it was worth it in the end.

Diesel Pump.





Wednesday 19 May 2010

"...all I ever wanted was to fuck her."


Being the ‘other’ women has its advantages; presents, unexpected trips away, dinners, sex. I see them as prizes. The better you are at it, the more extravagant the reward is. Being the ‘other’ women meant disguises, extreme subtlety, nonchalant behaviour and itineraries. It was almost a game. A game consisting of strategy and deceit. A game I thought I could handle.


Our relationship consisted of such subtlety that it was confined in such a volatile place; no one would think to look here. Almost like a scene straight out of a cheap horror movie. The dry untamed grass surrounded its dilapidated structure, complementing its rough amber highlights and silver steel walls. It had been isolated like this for years.


Every bench, dusty tool and jagged edge told its story. Our story. Everything within this place held a memory. Memories of seduction and infatuation. Infidelity and passion. I am still unsure how I feel about these memories.


He never uttered my name. I hardly spoke his too. We were two strangers in a strange place; one of which seemed like an escape from reality. A world where I considered everything that was wrong felt right.  


We were interrupted by a slam on the door. As I covered myself, he ventured outside. His dry, dusty hands grasping at the rusty door handle. Words were exchanged like distant murmurs as I stood there and listened.


“...all I ever wanted was to fuck her.”


I was a fool. The presents meant nothing. Instead, for all my best efforts, I was rewarded with the conciliation prize.



Based on fictional characters and scenario.

Creeper.

Home.

Plenty of Room at the Hotel California







Tuesday 18 May 2010

Saturday 8 May 2010

Untitled.



This is my favourite image at the moment. Not really sure why, as it is so simple. I guess that's it's charm.
I took this in a tattoo studio while my boyfriend was getting a tattoo.

House.

Welcome to Hotel California.





Thursday 6 May 2010

Oh Hai.



It turns out no one but a horse wants their portrait taken.