August and September: Portraits

In the midst of my post-university existential crisis I have lapsed somewhat in processing the films I have recently shot, and have instead taken to reading books like Douglas Coupland's Generation X to ease the pain of my early twenties breakdown.

I have, however, edited down a few portraits from the end of July to the beginning of September, starting with Mark E Smith of The Fall. I have no shame in admitting I exploited the generosity of a local listings magazine to attend this gig for free, but they are a band it would certainly seem a crime not to see live at least once.

More recent films I have yet to develop (as I apparently have to pay for it now) are increasingly divorced from the snapshot aesthetic I have always striven to maintain, and have moved into an ambiguous transition of moods and themes. I blame the vague optimism that is now encroaching on my life and an evolving set of friends that are consistently dispproving all the reasons for my universal embitterment- happy fucks.

Alas, for now, what I currently exhibit below are recent observations almost exclusively of Ben and the new chapter of our heterosexual-gayness and our new, fortunately well-lit, house.





Mark E Smith of The Fall. July, 2011


Portrait of Ben on the sofa. September, 2011


David and his dragon tattoo. August, 2011


August, 2011
Portrait of Ben in the living room. August, 2011


Ben eating ice cream. August, 2011.

This fuck can usually be found spending all the loose change found about the house filling his fat head full of ice cream.



Lorah and Mic in my living room. August, 2011


Bandy leg. August, 2011


August, 2011: The view out of our living room. No real aesthetic or significant qualities to this image aside from the fact that i am extremely smug about having a shed.



Ben likes to leave me nice messages once in a while.