Hot Breath Karaoke

Juan Martinez

I found this big fella hiding in a box at a little curiosities stall at the Angel arcade. The owner of the stall had a box full of old Cuban photo's he picked up from a library in Havana, aka DEPTO DE FOTOCINEMATOGRAFIA.

70's LONDON - TODAY!

Scrap Club

I took these shots last night at the legendary smash fest that is Scrap Club. Everyone get's a frantic five minuets with a weapon of their choosing, crow bar, iron bar or mallet and proceeds to beat the hell out of various white goods. It looked like hard work to me. There was also supposed to be live bands, including Action Beat but unfortunately for whatever reason, they all pulled out. An unprecedented hat trick of let downs. Fortunately Milo was on hand playing everything from the Rapture to rhythmical pounding beats of white noise.

Last nights event took place at the Stamford Works in Dalston. See the Web-site here - S C R A P C L U B

mr. mirage

men of many faces

SUN O)))

Tobias and friend at a Sun O))) show at Brookfield Lodge just outside Santa Cruz, August last year.

Vodka Bubbles

Coming Soon

long lost friends

I've had a couple of exposed black and white 35mm films kicking about for some time. Every now and again we'd bump into one another at the back of a draw, inside my old camera bag or occasionally inside the fridge. I often wandered what they would be like if I only made the effort to get them developed, then we could really get to know each other properly. Who knows, we may even become friends.

A few days ago while tidying my untidy room, who do I meet in an old shoe box but the titchy trio of mystery film canisters, 256 colours eager to unravel and tell their stories. The suspense was too much and although at present my relationship with mr. money isn't great (apparently all I do is take take take) I had to take them to a camera shop and set them free.

Here's a few stories they told to me....