Monday, March 8, 2010

Mar '10 feature in Rojo & Garabato Magazine issue #1



Rojo & Garabato Magazine is a monthly and polyglot on-line mag about art, design, illustration, photography…Rojo & Garabato are graphic designers & photographers based in Coruña, Spain and they have been lovely enough to feature me in their first edition.

Friday, March 5, 2010

rainy day tries to shoot the stars

Tracy McNeil shoot on the day of the storm from hell. We took those lemons and willed them into lemonade.



Friday, February 12, 2010

honourable mention in the international 'Artists Wanted' Competition

Power of Self Competition by Artists Wanted Org. gave an honourable mention and images will be screened at Open House Gallery, 201 Mulberry St, Manhatten 12th March from 7pm

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Soura

I received a package from the Middle East the other day with an 8 page feature in Dubai's photography Magazine, Soura
‘From a penetrating look into the souls of animals to a macabre vision of regular people, from whimsical fairytale-like narratives, to absurd and quirky images of musicians, this month Soura attempts to grasp at the infinitely long and wide hems of portrait photography.'

Tuesday, December 22, 2009


We sneak out of a party at midnight and collect the dog for a run around the block. 
At the little dark fenced in playground, we let her off the leash and sit on the sea saw. 
You fling over the hip flask while you tell me secrets as we bounce the 20 cms off the ground 
and the stars 
never looked so close.

Monday, December 21, 2009


We lie sideways on our bed and you look like we’re on the beach with your freckles and gritty hair. 
I feel young when I tell you this and you turn your hand into a crab that scatters up the sand sheets between us.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

endings always smell burnt


I’ve been with many a show
pony who could always pull
a trick, it took but a flick
of the wrist for hearts
to splinter
and arteries to twist.
Chickenbones
and well lodged stones
kept my insides company
and though the world was
sometimes a hush
sometimes a scream,
my ears could never quite adjust,
spinning this way and that.
I didn’t even dare to dream
of a coloured wall home,
you and all the epic melodies you bring.
And whilst it is all wonderful and all
that the stupendous greatness
blows my mind
it really is a cool bullet waiting.
Disturbingly smiling
Resting at my temple.
With dead certainty.
If I ever lost you
That’d really pull the trigger