Running Empty

I went to the city. I always go to the city. To burn money, and to burn time. I burnt time taking photos some days.

I wanted to find somthing different today. I wanted to run down the street jammin my lens into peoples comfort zones, capturing their distorted horrified discomfort faces.

but instead…

The late morning light was hazy. So I took to the  alleys on a scavenger hunt.

I was hungry. and sick of the bustle. Lunch-break. Every suit in the city eating at every cafe. Solution? Unwind at the park.

Then its time to head homeway’s. The energy and spirit are low.. Then out the tram window I spot a smear of grey

Well If the bay isn’t putting on a similar show to what it did a week ago. And the week before that!

Grey skies in Melbourne (particularly in May) are a rare sight indeed!

Its not so bad. The city. Its a very photogenic place. You can get all types of urban shots all over the place. Plus its a good place to live.

I’m really just restless and cannot wait to travel again.


It’s nice to ask….


It was a nice afternoon. Dark Clouds with an orange setting sun. Light winds. Uncrowded down at the, normally crowded, pier. I saw these two and asked for a pic, The guy agreed and wore an expression that insinuated he was almost insulted that I had to ask.

Well I wouldn’t have normally. Nope.

I would have just ran around clicking away until I was told to fuck off.

Like this guy, who told told me where to go earlier in the day.


Oooh he was pissed when I took this pic. “DONT PONT THAT FUGGIN CAMERA AT ME” he bellowed.

So I fired a few more shots off.

And he started to move towards me quite furiously.

So I bolted, for about 20 meters then turned back to see him puffin and spitting tar onto the tram tracks.

I just wanted a shot because I thought he reminded me of the guy off the Fat Boy Slim album cover…


Of course when I got home and looked up the above image I realised I was way off and was just being an insensitive prick.

So anyway, I think I learnt something today.

Most people don’t mind having their picture taken by a complete stranger the majority of the time. So it’s just a courtesy to ask, which is nice.


If the subject is a freak, just spray and pray. Then run away.

The Lost Rolls

I was going through my old equipment the other day when I discovered a shocking revelation that would bring my world to its knees with suspense.

Two half shot  rolls of film sitting in two very different cameras.

What was on these rolls? how old were they? I couldnt remember the last time I had shot something on my Yashica or my Roliflex…

Oh my Roliflex…

A gift from my gran.

This is the classic waist-finder in all its glory

Instead of rushing off to get two half shot rolls developed I decided to shoot an old cruddy building in the CBD. But not before I popped open the back of the SLR exposing half of the old shots like a fucking muppet.

Here’s some of the unbleached shots from a West Coast surf trip a year or so ago…

First, nearly un-screwed pic

I… think I like this shot more than I would have normally.

I almost erased all evidence of my visit to Australia’s Most Significant Lighthouse…tragic.

What was my Haircut like? I’ll never know now…

This was a very brief excursion towards the South Australian Border with an old mate from my high school years. We spent the entire trip screaming up and down the coast searching for a miserable little slab we could surf to ourselves. Unfortunatly the conditions were either flat and glassy or huge and stormy as fuck…I forgot that I took any pics so thats cool.

So I took the old cameras to the old building to do some near matching shot compositions to see the difference in the cameras. That was the rough plan.

The Roliflex’s light meter is busted and all exposures were guessed using the Yashica’s light meter as a point of reference (both cameras had different film speeds).

Climbed 14 flights of stairs and couldnt get onto the roof so I shot stuff on the way down. It was a pretty manky old building with some cool little nooks that I’ll probably revisit at some point.

35mm Re-tiling of Fire Escape

Roli Styles

Surprisingly difficult to compose when not looking through the waist-finder.

The 35mm has a funky yellow scum thing happening whilst the 120 roll has colours that remain pretty true to the day. Low light. Stairwell.

Cool Story.

But what was already exposed on the Roliflex’s 120 roll?


bahahahahhahaha The Past People!