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Farewell Spit, New Zealand

To the Island

Here’s to a summer spent in New Zealand …

Car stereo doesn’t work. Used the Warehouse voucher that was a Christmas present to buy batteries for the boombox, a 3 disc 90′s compilation and sunscreen. Pull over to pose with exuberant hydrangea bushes, small towns are so delicious. Head to where the river mouth meets the ocean.  Black sand strewn with driftwood. Quad bikes hoon. Fish and chips and coleslaw and an icy Asahi to share.  A caramel coloured shetland pony nibbles on the parched grass by the skatepark. Sun setting on sea-side neighbourhoods. Drinking green tea in the tent. Bananas growing in the far-north, an experimental vineyard planted by an early settler. Barefoot boys run across bubbling puddles towards the Ngawha Springs. Silty, hot, black and sulphuric. Skin as soft as silk. Out of time New Year countdowns drifting across a wide undulating field. Heavy winds and car headlights. Catching a bouquet. Playing scrabble in a caravan late at night. Plunging into a freezing pool of myth and legend then climbing out into the pure hot sunshine. Burn-outs listening to TLC. Floating in the sun-warmed shallows at dusk holding a can of DB. Six voices singing/shouting Bohemian Rhapsody. Kicking triumphant arcs of sea-water. Continue reading

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End of the Line

At the beginning of this year I was living in Melbourne and set this task for myself: To travel (by train, no cheating) to every single end of the line in Melbourne’s metropolitan train network and take a photo on medium format film. There are prized destinations amongst them, and there are places where the houses just start running out. Continue reading

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Kids in Istanbul

At a certain time of day in the boisterous, overflowing centre of Istanbul – the after dinner before sunset golden time – the skinny, steep streets are packed with kids. Football, skipping ropes, bicycle races, blowing bubbles, intimate made up games. Dancing and running and leaping across the sun washed pavements. Giggling with best friends. Hamming it up for the camera. Burning scraps of newspaper, flames held aloft. Faces upturned towards the mothers in head scarves propped up on all the window sills. Pleading for a few lira to buy an ice-cream.

 

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Shanghai by day

Creamy greyblue skies. A diffusion filter caused by pollution. 24 million people cutting corners on mopeds, singing karaoke in parks, sauntering down tiny lanes and riding escalators to consumer heaven.

And everywhere, all the time, the habitual blaring of car, truck, bus and scooter horns. A perfect cacophony of confusion. Ancient meets futuristic.

My camera lens is met with lingering, unflappable gazes. I am the other. And then there was the old lady on the subway who smiled and said I looked very cool. And the University students who told us that in mandarin New Zealand, wonderfully, sounds like Sing Sea Land.

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Sorrento

Driving further down that way than you have before, not knowing quite where you’re going, following directions from the locals, that’s how you find the sweet spots. And how one of the last swims of summer was in a deep rock pool, clear as glass, surrounded by beds of mossy seaweed and crumbling ochre cliffs.

 

Featuring the lovely Sian, who also snapped a couple of me. Shot on 35mm film in Sorrento on the Mornington Peninsular, Melbourne.

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Ruby and Celeste in Cactus Country.

It was hot, and the stereo was broken so we sang acapella All Saints, on the day I drove two hungover friends out of Melbourne, way way out, to Cactus Country in Strathmerton.

Just 10 bucks got us entry into the spiky  wonderland. The excitement at the seriously amazing amounts of different cactuses there were meant I got stabbed and scratched quite a few times before I came to respect just how sharp the thorny beauties are.

When we’d had enough of the dusty desert heat we drove to the Murray River and dipped ourselves into the cool milky waters. We’d driven so far we were swimming on the border of Victoria and New South Wales.

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Break it to me gently

I met Dani on my first day of work here in Melbourne, and straight away I was like, ‘what a bombshell’, with her fuschia lips and swishy high ponytail. Then I found out she was an actor and that made perfect sense. We had a lot of fun channeling corny B movies on the mean streets of Melbourne’s outer Eastern suburbs, and it was great to work with someone who understood the sort of drama I was going for.

Model: Danielle Blanch

Assistant: Cass Leever

Shot on Pentax Spotmatic with Kodak Gold film.