On a tour bus, lumbering along the winding and rain drenched roads across the Isle of Mull, off the west coast of Scotland. He’s taking photos through the condensation covered windows, she’s trying to sleep through her travel sickness. “It makes the landscape look like a rural version of a Turner painting” “Very good,” she…
Like meeting an old friend, in some weird way.
Those of you who have been following this site for a while may remember that while working in Camden Town, I would regularly spot and photograph street art as it appeared on a rather nondescript back street by the name of Stucley Place (AKA Shit Alley). It occurs to me now, that I have never…
Fight for your right to be arty.
It’s been one hell of a while. How’ve you been? I’ve taken a few months away from my career as it was getting to the point at which there was very little going on in my life besides the entire week spent at work and then weekends dedicated to complaining about work. So far, this break…
Street art on Brick Lane in Shoreditch, London
What is the purpose of street art? I found myself occupied by this question while sat on the train to Shoreditch (the unofficial capital of London street art culture) with Herself this Saturday. Over the last several years, I have photographed thousands of works of street art around the UK and abroad. I’ve stumbled across…
Forget missed chances
When I first stepped off the tube for a job interview in Camden Town over a half a decade ago, it’d be fair to say that I was less than immediately enamoured to the place . “A vastly unattractive part of London,” I called it. A grubby corner of North London, overcrowded with “punk/goth poseurs…
We were tired in Whitstable
We were tired and fattened and half drunk from dinner, but the early evening was warm and calm. Before the train back to London, we walked down along the shore to catch the last light that Whitstable Bay could spare. It was beautiful. We could have spent the night sleeping right there on the sand, but she’d already paid for the return tickets.
Guinness and Illicit Affairs in Dublin City
I can’t escape the feeling that I spend a disproportionate amount of my time on this posting platform in apology for not posting enough. I fear that this might be another such occasion. However, I am not without my reasons/excuses. In the last 3 months I have changed jobs (yet again), moved to a new…
Violence, sleaze, drugs, and filth in Hollywood
An itemized list of my impressions of Los Angeles There’s very little I can tell you about Los Angeles that hasn’t been already been said countless times before. There is no new revelation to be found in repeated tales of shattered dreams and careless degeneracy in the Hollywood Hills. You know all about that stuff already, everybody knows it….
Take Courage – Travel in London
The weather has been almost intolerably warm in the capital these last few weeks. To be honest, I’ve been struggling. It’s rare that I don’t get a funny look when I confess to my distaste for hot weather, but it’s the truth. A sun worshipper, I am most definitely not. In fact, I was never…
Face the strange
It’s been a busy couple of months and I really haven’t had the time to so much as consider a post for quite some time. I have a free 10 minute window before I have to go off and do something else, so I thought I would share some of the street art I saw…
Hangin’ with the fishes.
I’m told that the collective noun for Koi is a Koromo, but I’m not exactly sure if that’s the truth – or even if these fish were definitely Koi.
A more complimentary picture of Cannes
I feel like I owe Cannes an apology for not enjoying the place as much as I could have on account of the terrible week of weather she threw at me. Truth be told, despite the torrents of wind and rain, it really was a most intoxicating and luxurious place to visit. I even managed…
Words to hear your first time in Cannes
“I’ve been coming to Cannes for 16 years and this is the worst weather I’ve ever seen here.” I’m not sure why it had to rain so appallingly for my first visit to Cannes. If I was the suspicious kind, a paranoid Alex Jones or David Ike type, I would almost put it down to some elaborate…
London England in the Extreme Siberian Super Blast Beast from the East Blizzard
London – The city is four days into this particular spot of unusual weather and I’m yet to bore of it. The morning opened mildly with a fair portion of the last few days of snow almost completely melted. Nevertheless, the wind was still perishing and it wasn’t long before the electroplating fired back up. The…
The Siberian Blast continues in the UK
London – It’s now three days into the big Siberian Blast and things look to be getting rather serious in certain parts of the country. We’ve taken a fair battering in London (and I expect there’s more to come), but not so much that I’ve stopped enjoying it just yet. I was strolling in the …