The festivals at this time of the year all have one thing in common: To celebrate the Winter Solstice and the shortest day of the year, to celebrate the end of the dark time and to welcome back the light. Happy Saturnalia!
The 1920s, the roaring twenties: Social and political change, riches and ruin, jazz and gin, and emancipated women with bobbed hair. For me, this photograph is very 1920s flapper and it is probably the only way to wear a lace scarf.
Something for a cold December day: Model Katie Green is wearing a black corset in this intimate portrait from our recent photo session.
Luna’s entrance for this month’s full moon performance. Luna was gorgeous as she rose over the brow of the hill that I can see from my window, her body ripe and heavy and her demeanour seductive and yet dependable.
As we progress on the wheel of the year and approach the darkest night, traditions are varied and complex but they all centre around this theme. Read about a tradition from Austria and surrounding areas, which involves an old, bearded man giving sweets to little children and his sidekick beating them senseless – and how my interpretation of the theme is altogether more stimulating.
You already know my model as the knight of Newton Shrineswood. Here is another photograph from my shoot with model Sam Traynor.
Another image from my photo session with model Tamyka, makeup artist Elle Hitchens and a vintage Exacta camera.
They say that the camera never lies but of course it does. Doesn’t my model Emilie play the role of the posh, bored and arrogant woman well?
In an article entitled “Could the world return to the 1980s?” and published on its website today, the BBC finally ponders what we all have been wondering about for several months: Whether the world is flirting with a new Cold War order. My recent portrait of a young female poses this very question.
I ‘found’ this gentleman in the midday heat of a Greek summer in 1984. It is not clear whether the old man is the householder or a passing vagrant. Looking at the photograph now, thirty years later, I think that this might be me in a few years’ time.
Whilst some hospitable institutions may display a menu on the door, this establishment lets you sample the kind of dress that you can expect on their staff.
I always thought that life was hard for a photographer with cats but never realised that it could be equally challenging for somebody trying to sell a wood-burning stove. Read what Kaspar did to make my visitor grow two shades paler.
What could be nicer to come home to than a cosily lit up sitting room with a handsome cat waiting for you?
Living in a multi-cat household brings its own challenges. How do you divide your attentions, for instance? After I had photographed Domino yesterday another resident made me feel bad that I had ignored her brothers Camillo and Kaspar on their birthday. I could see my callous shortcomings instantly.
On the realisation of our insignificance in the big scheme, the emotional needs of a green moth, Domino’s jealousy and where Narcissus lives these days.
My recent blog post about the mysterious pothole repairs inspired a dear friend and neighbour, Andy Fawthrop, to write a poem.