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Wednesday, 19 April 2017

The weeks drag. The years fly.

Weeks drag, years fly. A statement uttered by Ben in one those strange moments of philosophical profundity and layman insight he's inclined to have after the seventh drink.

It's been the longest stretch since the beginning of my photographic endeavours that I've posted here, which isn't to say I've been weaned from photography; far from it. But geopoltical macrocosm's and personal events have shifted priorities and circumstances to an obscene degree leaving enthusiasm towards anything, particularly editing through images, at low ebb.

Of course there have been political fluctuations both here and across the pond that have become so distressing that I can no longer bring myself to open a newspaper. But also, on a more personal level, I have had to contend with personal loss in the form of Dan and Georgia, two friends who passed away last October. And also my mother, who suddenly passed last month and is something no amount of going straight back to work to occupy myself is allowing me to ignore/accept/comprehend as yet.

However, I have taken some comfort in the outpouring of support from friends, who have come out in force and some which I haven't seen in 6+ years. And also I've been going back through images from the past 8-9 months and editing them down to an acceptable few. The images in these three concurrent posts are, firstly, from 2017 onwards, the post below this is for Georgia, the post below that is picking up where I left off in Summer 2016.

A Kings Meadow reunion: Drinking at 'The Tree' for the first time in a decade. March 2017
At Kings Meadow, 2005
At Kings Meadow, 2017

Shooting up

Dean, March 2017

Ben at his flat, March 2017
Legend at the Purple Turtle, March 2017

Raquel at Bag o Nails, April 2017


Me and Adam, reunion after 6 years

Mark Claus

Raquel at Kongs

David at Kongs

Bag o Nails cat

Goodbye Georgia

The morning of 16th October I was sitting, espresso freshly made and curtains drawn on a mild indifferent Sunday. Diffuse light warmed the room and it was one of those thoroughly calm days where one could just be.

I received the above text from Dean about midday, however, and it was one of those texts where you know immediately, in your bones, that somethings gone wrong. I proceeded to call him up and find out that not only had Georgia, long-time friend, brief romance, perpetual drinking partner, passed away; but she had been gone for almost a fortnight and Dean had only just remembered to call me informing me the funeral was the following day.

It's impossible for me to summarise every aspect of Georgia, but its prudent to note that the amazing and unique aspect of her character that struck me immediately and forevermore, was the nonchalance and excess she employed in almost every facet of life.

She pushed boundaries, pushed the envelope, pushed everything as far as it would possibly go and beyond.  Indeed, the most infamous photograph I have of us is when she visited me in Plymouth for a long weekend. Over the period of 3 days we consumed 9 bottles of whiskey, and various beers/ciders that ranged in alcohol content, but never dipped below 6%, as Georgia would note "I can't fucking taste anything below 6%".

Georgia and I, Plymouth 2011

Her love of excess drove us apart to some extent. Post-university I wanted to straighten out, if only a little, and get a job. I stayed in sporadic touch with her where she'd inform me of her various employment scenarios - such as becoming a dominatrix and kicking perverts in the nuts for a living to fulfill their wayward desires, but we didn't re-acquaint again until late 2015 when it transpired that we both had plans to move to Bristol, where her sister had recently bought a house.

January 2016 was the last conversation we had where she told me that her doctor was imploring her to stop with the drink and drug intake and she wanted to come stay with me for awhile so she could straighten out... which was declined because I was getting ready to start a new job and needed time to focus on a new life in Bristol.

October 2016 I receive the text from Dean, discovering she died at a house party in an apparent overdose.

First photograph of Georgia December, 2010

Georgia c. 2011 Plymouth

Georgia c. 2011 Plymouth

Georgia c. 2011 Reading
Georgia, Brighton 2011

Georgia's funeral 17th October 2016

David and Dean at Georgia's wake
Dean and Sophie at Georgia's wake

July - December 2016

The Smiths outside Salford Lads Club, 1985
Pilgrimage to Manchester for The Smiths, 2016



Alex & Luke

Little brother Dutty

Roddy at the flat

Heroin kit

Frankie & Josh, Boxing day 2016

David, Boxing day 2016

Alex at Bens flat, Christmas Day ,2016
Ben, Christmas Day, 2016