nice to give the site a spruce up occasionally
result of the storm
view from flushing on a grey day
A little preview of something in the pipeline:
More pictures here.
A few weeks ago I shot an assignment for Una St Ives, a brand new holiday village on the north Cornwall coast. The homes, although still under construction, are extremely beautiful and designed to create a minimal carbon footprint. When they’re unoccupied, Una rents them to other holiday makers, thus earning money for the home owner. A pretty solid investment if you ask me. The shoot itself took approx 3 weeks of preparation, two 13 hour days on set, and 4 days in post production. The weekend of the shoot itself, there were 60 mph winds and rain that made loading things in and out a tad tricky, shall we say. Here are my favourites from the shoot:
Styling: Anya Rice
Art Direction: Nixon Design
Florist: Amanda Taffinder
Artwork: The New Craftsman Gallery
To see more from the shoot, please visit my website.
some (rare) black and white snaps that have been waiting to be developed since last year:
got this sweet 60’s melamine office desk to do non pixel-based stuff on
we found this amazing forest clinging to the side of the cliffs today. a pretty unexpected discovery after nearly turning back, faced with stinging rain and wearing expressions akin to a bulldog chewing a nettle. everyone moans about wet weather, but the light it produces when the sun does make an appearance is epic. as i write this, a complete, double rainbow is straddling the harbour.
it is tricky to reproduce this kind of light correctly using a digital camera, the changing contrast and subtle colours just don’t stick straight out of the file. this is something i worry about, along with every other photo nerd who loved film. it’s kind of sad to talk about it in the past tense, but as great as it is, paying jobs that involve using film these days are as likely as bieber being inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame. i had an assignment 18 months ago where the choice between film and digital was offered to me, but unless i could get the negs developed on the plane ride home, there was no way the deadline would allow. question is, are digital photographers better off than film users? what do you do if your style is based entirely on the use of film, but you don’t know how to properly process a raw file? you’re up shit creek without a pixel.
there are programs out there that are meant to replicate the look of film, but your photos will end up looking like everyone else’s, and i’m pretty sure these filters will look dated in time to come. just like an upmarket instagram maybe. i think if you study the way film reproduces in different situations, it is possible to recreate some of that integrity. or at least produce something better than those weirdly lifeless pictures that pop up on our screens.
i still get the same buzz opening a bunch of files as opposed to watching a print develop, only you can rest easy knowing you’re not being toxically fumigated, or stared at by the creepy darkroom bloke. there’s always one.
it’s coming up for a year since we moved away from cities, smoke, bluster and b/s. having done the new york and london thing, the pull of being in those stinky concentrations has lost its sheen, but would be nice in occasional, small doses. like when you previously thought it would be a good idea to drink your bodyweight in rum, and the result made literally anything seem more appealing at that moment. small doses. recent trips ‘up country’, although pleasant enough, have resulted in a quiet sigh of relief when the tamar (the river that cuts cornwall off from the rest of the country) is crossed on the way back. there aren’t any motorways here, but the water actually tastes good.
the level of creative output here is fairly astonishing, i’ve never been anywhere where such consistent, real work is being produced by a supportive, rather than competitive, network. i love seeing the town buzzing with students, all clutching portfolios and bits of artwork, stick legs weighed down by doc martens and jackets not quite on. in the past, people would ask what i do, and then look uncomfortable when i told them. ‘that’s not a job.’ now when i mention i’m a freelance photographer, the words are met with a response that’s reassuringly indifferent. within the group of friends we’ve made since moving, there’s a designer, a copywriter, a PR consultant, a web developer, a fashion photographer, and a food stylist. jokes have been made about starting our own agency. while my previous observations of this sliver of england were based entirely on fish and chips, mention cornwall, and i now see a mine of artistic promise. i like to think the cat who follows me up the street every time i go out belongs to the next barbara hepworth.
this pretty much sums up things right now