Noun. a tract of low wet land, often treeless and periodically inundated, generally characterised by a growth of grasses, sedges, cattails, and rushes.
Chloe in the Hackney Marshes, makeup by Grace Vee
Recently I had the rare chance to photograph a beautiful expecting mother a few days before she gave birth. Thank you so much for letting me shoot you Camille!
Shot on both 120mm and 35mm film at Camille’s home in Camberwell, London.
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
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.
Photographing Vera, Flora, Lara and Ella of Jail Bait couldn’t help but remind me of my erstwhile days in an all girls band in high school. We were called The Go Luckys and for one brief year we wore studded cuffs and handmade denim skirts to perform all over Nelson city at the Rockquest, summer skate comps, and poky little bars.
These girls have been friends for ever but formed the band about a year ago and are having the best time playing music together. They ain’t stopping anytime soon. Check out the story I wrote about them in the latest Capital magazine.