My model transforms from tinsel queen into a sophisticated visitor to the opera in this rather glamorous portrait.
It happened some years ago, on an exceptionally balmy September day. When I was on my way from London to Dartmoor, I met the ghost of a medieval knight. You may think that this is a ghost story but I assure you that it is a true eye witness account of what happened that day.
I have noticed a trend: It seems that everybody wants to relax with Kaspar. See how you too can experience the ultimate in relaxation.
For your own sake, watch out for those witches, ghosts and ghouls, and spectres and spirits. If any of them cross your path or come into your home, don’t run and don’t be frightened for you might have a spookily good time.
When I stayed with my friend Robert earlier this year, Tina, who is his spiritual carer, and I enjoyed a secret, impromptu photo session whilst he was out at work. I had not met Tina before and was impressed by how well she has trained him over the course of only a few months.
The Austrian novelist and crime writer J.J. Preyer in his garden with Robert, photographed in July of this year.
When I stayed with Robert this summer I also met Robert. Robert, the dog, that is, who looks after the writer J.J. Preyer
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.