Some overdue HP5

It’s been way too long since I’ve posted on the blog – sorry about that. Got out of the habit and I completely kinda just stopped posting. I want to get back into the swing of it and will try post at least once a month. Just so long as I have something interesting to say ๐Ÿ™‚

I’ve been shooting at lot of film again for both personal and paid work and am loving it. Here are some shots taken on a Canon AV-1 (a fantastic and heavily under-rated aperture priority camera) on Ilford HP5.
The first picture is of my neighbor and friend Susie Dinneen who is a great writer and has just had a children’s book published. This is Susie doing a reading at Love Books in Melville of her book Nombulelo and the Moth. It’s a wonderful story, beautifully written and gorgeously illustrated. Here’s a link to it for sale. Highly recommended. This was shot with a FD 28mm f3.5 wide open. I actually have a much better 28mm f2.8 with far better coatings and sharpness, but I really dig this lens with its more basic coatings. The images it produces have a really nice look, softer with lower contrast.
This next picture is inside one of my favorite coffee chains, Seattle Coffee Co. Their coffee is delicious. I adore how the tones came out in this image. HP5 is my favorite B&W film and the contrast and detail here just puts a big ol’ smile on my face. LOVE this photo even though it’s nothing terribly special. That’s the joy of personal work… This was shot with the 50mm, can’t remember the aperture, probably about f4.
Next up is a requisite photo of Pablo. Here he is nice and spaced-out during one of his many daily sun-bathing sessions. I love to have a nap with him in the sun. Freelancing FTMFW man… Love how, even in hard sunlight, HP5 just holds the shadow detail in a black cat’s shiny coat. Awesome. I left the pillow a little blown out. I like the contrast. Such. A. Cute. Cat.ย 
This next photo is all about texture. Just look at how great the tones and texture in the leaves and the dirt on the window is. Damn. Another reason why I just ADORE film, especially B&W. You just get the most beautiful results and no time spend sliding sliders in Lightroom. I must say, I have been spending many, MANY hours on the computer editing digital images this year and being able to just nail a shot as I see it in my head and get that result back from the lab is a serious joy. I’m getting evangelical here. Can’t help it. Don’t care. ๐Ÿ˜€ Shot on the 50mm
Lastly, here’s a really lovely family photo of my sister-in-law, husband and baby, Matteo. Capturing family memories on film is just special. I don’t know what it is, but there is just something powerful and memorable about shooting important moments of life on film. I feels more serious and important. Maybe this is all in my head, but it just feels different. Maybe it’s because you have a physical object in the negative that you have to physically store and look after, maybe it’s the process of being more careful when you shoot. I don’t know. But I definitely feel differently about this image compared to one I took on my iPhone or a DSLR, even though there are all lovely. Shot with the 50mm

Thanks for reading. See you soon.

Leave a comment, it’s nice to know you’re out there. ๐Ÿ™‚

A Moment Amongst the Creation of Exquisite Coffee

Ben, a South African artist and photographer makes a mean cup of coffee in the La Marzocco machine he rebuilt by hand.

Those unusual cup and saucer holders are fashioned out of steel piping. Ben likes to make stuff. Those giant prints in the background are also some of the things he makes. Those are going to be on show at the Johannesburg Art Fair later this year.

Thanks for the powerful and bracing coffee Ben. Slurp. Smile. Shudder. Repeat.

A Trip to Cape Town

Me and my fiancรฉ, the lovely Lulu, went down to Cape Town in May to look at wedding venues. This is a taste of the trip to this beautiful part of the world.

Here is a selection of the images, see the full gallery by clicking here.

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Bike Ride in B&W

I went for a ride this morning with my buddy Dave.

He was on his Harley Davidson Nightster, I was on my Victory Cross Country. We ended up at Priest Espresso Bar in Rosebank. It was a great morning. Riding, with a friend, is the best. We had a pastry thing called a Moregasm. Nuf said. Damn.

Till next weekend. I love to ride. Also, my 35mm F2 Canon lens (the older one, non-IS) is just so bloody lovely…

Hope you’re all having a good weekend.

Pic of me by Dave. Thanks Dave!


A flourish as the artists leaps up from the bed on which I am about to be tattooed. Colour is reduced to objects. There is power in B&W. It makes the eye pause, slow down it’s movements, allows the brain to reflect, jarred at the abstraction from reality. There is movement in this place. The ink is moved from little bottles to under my skin. The tattoo gun pulsates furiously. The artist’s hand steady yet moving, ever so slowly. The soul moves to a different place as the tattoo becomes real. It can never return. It is changed forever.

The fingers move. The text tells tales to another person, somewhere. The nails are growing, ever so slowly. The cigarette burns. The ash moves achingly toward the filter, a thing which is made to inhibit movement of the smoke and of potential in the lungs. In a moment this scene is over, replaced by a cocktail and the hands relocated and used for other tasks. But not for long, they will return. For that is the pull of the smartphone on our minds and of the tobacco in our brains… From far enough away we could well all be statues.

Ghosts. And people. They talk to one another. The shutter is slow to open and close. My hands move, unsteady. There is an image that may well be just defective or able to see into another dimension. These people are still for now. Perhaps they will take each other home, perhaps they will break apart and never see each other again except for, maybe, a desperate FaceTime call, drunk-dialled a few nights from now, begging the other to take them back. tears will move down cheeks, eyes desperate to hold them back. Drinks are brought up to faces. Kisses are exchanged. Feet shuffle underneath stools, hands are wrapped around valuables in pockets and purses, fearful that they may be stolen as they relax their guard on a night out, looking for love and connection and alcohol. Soon, they will all move away. Go home. Closing time. Alone or with company. Move from this place. Return another night. A city-cycle, a person’s repetition ad nauseum. We choose the places we go and those places choose what to do with us. We move, back and forth, every day, in increments until our lives shift in heavy lunges, like plates crashing against each other and causing earthquakes. Until we are whole. Or close to whole. Then we look for more and move, ever so slowly – like ash on a cigarette, or ink under our skin, or a conversation with a stranger – in that direction.

Recent shots on ‘Le Boeuf’ the Mamiya

Misbehaving Technology
Toby, on set, looking through some ones and zeros that were misbehaving.
Mamiya RZ67, Fuji Acros 100
Things Go Wrong
Sometimes, loading a roll of film wrong creates magic. Sometimes is ruins an image. Which is this..?
Mamiya RZ67, Fuji Acros 100
A Pear
I’ve always loved still lives. Especially of fruit and veg. Combine this with the fact I shoot film and this makes me nostalgic. Or a massive relic.ย 
Mamiya RZ67, Fuji Acros 100
Every year she sounds sweeter.
Mamiya RZ67, Fuji Acros 100ย 
Overcome with Lines
Architecture, vertigo and a day out with friends.
Mamiya RZ67, Fuji Acros 100
I don’t know which I prefer more of in the photo: Ben Skinner, an artist’s moustache in semi-profile, or that tapestry fading into bokeh behind him.
Mamiya RZ67, Fuji Acros 100
I never get tired of photographing this beautiful girl.
Mamiya RZ67, Fuji Provia 100
Orchid Study
I’m just glad these are still alive…
Mamiya RZ67, Fuji Provia 100
Dad & Coco
My father and the adorable Coco, named after Chanel, outside the delectable Hillcrest Berry Farm in Stellenbosch in the Western Cape. I had some seriously delicious scones there.
Mamiya RZ67, Fuji Provia 100
Tree and Roof
The shop at Hillcrest Berry Farm in Stellenbosch in the Western Cape.
Mamiya RZ67, Fuji Provia 100
My father a man whom, I am glad to say, I respect immensely.
Mamiya RZ67, Fuji Provia 100
Pear and Oranges
Pears are delicious. Except when they are floury. I suspect this one was. So I shot it instead of eating it.

Mamiya RZ67, Fuji Provia 100
Want to order a print of any of these?ย Prices are:
8×10 inch unframed – R750
10×15 inch unframed – R1250
A3 unframed – R2500
A2 unframed – R3500

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The Old Radio and Fake Plants

An old radio that may or may not work, used as display, it’s light glowing gently in the centre of its face. It feels proud but unloved. Probably. On either side, a plat in rich, luscious greens. Fake. The green is unfading forever. Japanese styled images on the pots. Pots that will never hold water and soil. Possibly. There is a Japanese fan, folded. It, unlike the pots and plants, must long for summer. The radio just sits there, glowing gently, waiting for someone to see if it still works.