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.
Most of my friends in London live in and around Hackney in the East and I fell in love with the vibrant multiculturalism, the council estates right next to cafes serving cold brew coffee. Beautiful parks filled with tiny portable bbqs, pubs serving antipodean craft beers with their mushy peas, and an astounding number of fried chicken shacks and delicious curry joints. For better or worse gentrification is seeping into this neighbourhood. But hopefully it’ll stop here. Liss is a costume and production designer for film and television in London, plus she is always creating wild outfits to wear at summer festivals across Europe, so her Hackney bedroom is overflowing with hats, wigs, scarves, sunglasses, fur, leather, paisley and sequins. While staying with her recently I coerced her into playing dress-ups with me on the streets of her neighbourhood. While she was initially hesitant, the shoot coincided with Lissy’s philosophy about clothing: Continue reading
Getting lost down side streets as dusk hits pink blush lilac smokey blue. Every corner, stretched canopy or pile of bricks is a magic little scene.
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.
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.
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.
After playing dressups and downing a few iced coffees, Yumi, Kacy and I spent one gorgeous evening on the greasy golden streets of St Kilda.
Yumi, the quintessential pink haired gentle ghetto slacker babe styled by Ka-He designer Kacy Heywood.
Shot on 35mm and digital.
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.
I haven’t been able to hang out with my friend Kacy much recently, but for a good reason. She’s been working like crazy on her label Ka-He which she has recently launched with four collections, Nebula, Ubra, Silver Series and PPPPastel. I’ve always loved Kacy’s style, a little bit androdgonous, easy and effortless but in a particular, refined way – and I’m so freaking excited to see how she progresses. Plus she makes shoes too and that’s just really sweet.
Check everything out on her website or see it on the flesh at Monk House Design in Melbourne. I did this shoot for her PPPPastel collection:
For the past few months I’ve been living in the outer Eastern suburbs of Melbourne. This whole outer suburb thing is a new one for me, in any place I’ve lived. I’ve been savouring the novelty, wandering like a tourist. Taking photos of car parks, supermarkets and faded out-of-date signs like I was tripping down a cliffside lane in Cinque Terre. Hoping for some surreal beauty in a mundane moment.