What’s that? You thought I was just having a weirdly-specific psychological breakdown? I’m offended! I’ll have you know, there’s always a method to my madness, even if I myself can’t always quite see where at first. As one Instagram commenter put it, ‘I thought you were insane, but now I see that you’re an actual GENIUS“.
[If images don’t load after a moment, hit refresh!] Have you heard of cinemagraphs? I’ve gone all obsessed. I see them in every scene; pull over at the sight of a horse, yelling apologies over my shoulder as I abandon my family in the car. ‘CINEMAGRAPH ALL THE THINGS!’ A little bit extreme, I’ll
Pink is the colour of my little girl’s happiness; Pink is the colour of her princess dress. Pink is the colour of the ’95 champagne that’s chilling in my fridge. As a mum to a 3-year-old girl, I fight a constant, quiet battle to keep the level of pink in our lives to a sensible
Thank f*ck it’s spring. I mean really, winter. Don’t let the door hit you, etc etc. Is it just me? I don’t even feel like this winter was especially long, but it’s slowly started gnawing at my soul. I generally quite like the colder weather; I’m a big fan of the snow & log fires
It’s not about the fangirling. Really, it’s just a fresh combination of all the things I love. It’s a little bit of fangirling, yes – but it’s also cameras & comedy & camaraderie & creativity too! It’s the brilliant incongruence of shooting Luke-freaking-Skywalker on a stylised winter picnic; the unrelenting giggling as we try to prop him
It’s probably the most requested thing; 90% of my mentoring clients come to me with an aim to grow their following, and it’s easy to see why: followers are the ultimate capital in this strange cyber world we inhabit, the secret to unlocking your online dreams and making awesome, and often surprising stuff happen. Who
Some days I can write and some days I jrst cnt. The same goes for photography; sometimes I know it will work on the first shot, and sometimes I’m afraid to even try. I creep up to my desk like a half-lit firework, never sure if I’m more afraid of a damply disappointing pouf or the
For a few years, I was on the hunt for love graffiti. Not ‘graffiti art’, not the obvious stuff to photograph – just the hastily scrawled, hormone-driven declarations of emotion that wind up on phone boxes, toilet walls & in the shadows of bridges & doorways. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I relate. I
A scattered collection of iPhone photographs that have been sitting in my library, with nowhere to go. All they really have in common is their own incongruousness, and maybe their brightness in colour. They feel like bits of dream that escaped while we slept – nonsensical, out of place, but oddly familiar all the same.