80's PARTY!

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Family Polaroids

Jemily Price

Everything We Touch

I've been helping me good friend Maxwell compile images for the first edition of his book-like brain child - Everything We Touch - a humble A4 sized photo-zine containing works by 12 photographers. We're hopefully going to start printing this at the weekend using our new toy, OUR VERY OWN PHOTOCOPIER MACHINE! Maxwell works for a graphic design company who have just moved offices, and what did they find inside the new premises but a huge old school photocopier. It was meant to be!

HELLO Meteorologie!

I left wee Lisa alone on a sunny step while I went galavanting with me image widget. The steps led to Essaouira's Meteorological Centre. While I was gone the technician inside came out and began feeding a lame seagull sardines. Upon my return I was introduced to Mustapha, the resident technician and injured sea bird sympathiser. He led us inside his castle and urged us to sit down in a sun spot inside his office. He left the room and a few seconds later we saw him getting into a taxi. A little wave left his arm and he was off. I had no idea where he was going or even what the hell we were doing there but I seized the opportunity to run to the roof and snap a few snaps....



...When I returned from the roof Mustapha was waiting in his office with a coy smile and a bottle of Vodka. It was 8.30am.
We sat drinking straight Vod and smoking cigarettes, communicating in fractured french, exhausted english and spastic spanish.

He was one of the nicest guys we met in Morocco. Much nicer than the 3guys who mugged us with an iron bar and a rusty machete 5hrs before our flight home. I'll relay that tale sometime soon, but as you can imagine there'll be no photos to accompany it. Especially as they stole 2of my god damn cameras! aarrrggghhhh to be Chuck Norris....

Moroccan Hustle

NO FUN 5

next one ---- November the something...look here for deets

Endless Meets - Veg Man Dave

On an east end corner, just off Southgate Road, sits a stately shack adorned with Arsnal flags and a fluffy monkey. For the last 15years this cared for cabin has been providing the locals with uber cheap produce and blue-collar banter.

Its owned by Dave, (just Dave, no middle or surname). Dave obviously loves his football and being relatively close to the Tottenham stadium, as well as the Arsenal ground, he receives the odd taunt from passing Spurs fans. While I was chatting to him a voice came bellowing from a ford fiesta with an absurd spoiler, shouting "what's that shit on that flag?" to which Dave retorted "whats that shit camin outta ya maaath?!!"

He then proceeded to rummage around in his adjacent lock up and produced this giant comedy camera....
...which he gave to me, under the condition that I "put it to good use". I heeded his advice and have just loaded a film into it. That ought to give us something to look forward to.

If Elvis had manikin kids....

DEER a HEAD

If I owned a venue I'd definitely call it Mole Jazz

Endless Meets - Ali's

I've embarked upon a new project recently, 'Endless Meets' being the working title. Basically I'm intending to profile peoples small businesses. I'm interested in exploring the personal touch. How the character of the owner dictates the character and overall aesthetic of the workplace.

These shots were taken at Ali's, 232 Kingsland Rd. His claim to fame is that the first ever kebab to be served in east London was done so by his parents from the very same premises in 1969. Ali took over the business in 1974 and has ran it ever since. There used to be a private club downstairs were shady characters like the Krey brothers could convene and be undisturbed. He tells me that he once had to threaten one of them with a meat cleaver, and I believe him. When I took these shots he told me a more recent tale about visiting a Tudor Re-Creation estate in Kent, were he had been to visit that day with his daughter.

He also makes the best home-made lamb burger in town, stays open till 5am and sells beers and spirits.

Pretty much the best shop in the world.

Concrete Plumes

Sailing the Sea Mistress Through Good and Bad

Just returned from a 10day adventure up the Lea and Stort Navigation in the Sea Mistress. It took us 4days to travel around 30miles! A real exercise in patience. I'd say the trip was pretty much a fifty fifty split between beauty and filth. We passed plenty of nature reserves, clear waters and leafy landscapes to satisfy our urge to escape the city but every town along the way seemed to have been mutilated by the darker side of modernisation. Retail parks, chain pubs, fast stupid cars piloted by thoughtless thugs is what we found at disaster towns like Harlow or Bishops Stortford.

We did manage a sunny swim in a lake and consumed enough cheese and booze to see us through till Christmas. We swiftly worked off the calories as we had to do about a million locks a day. Barging is definitely a working holiday.