Happy accident

While setting up the Elinchrom to get some stills for the Kung Fu movie at Easter (yes, I made a Kung Fu movie at easter – more on that later, maybe), I got Gail to stand in for me. When I commented that her face was too bright and her skin was blowing out (as in I needed to turn down the strobe), she pulled this pose. Months later I’m looking through the files and realise there’s something there. It’s the shirt that makes it work, too. Another fluke. One light – a strip bank, slightly off to the right.


Always look up

Bankside Apartments

Leica M, 21mm Super Elmar, 1/500s at 3.4, ISO 200

Absolutely gorgeous day yesterday. Grabbed this one on my way to work. I’m not 365-ing but I am trying to get back into the habit … exercising those visual muscles every day so I can get better. This one didn’t quite come off, composition-wise. But it’s close. The problem is buildings are so hard to move ;)

I am gobsmacked by this lens. More on that later.

Blackfriars Bridge, London
Street View

Photo Walk: Shoreditch & Brick Lane on a Sunday

No big secret to this one. Shoreditch and, in particular, Brick Lane, are a big draw for street photographers and photo walks in London every weekend.

Despite all this I’ve never actually been there with my camera, having thought little of Shoreditch since a few misguided nights out years ago made me think it was a not very nice part of London (which was probably true back then). Continue reading

Red stems
Girl at Southbank Centre

Photo Walk: Southbank to Vauxhall with the Leica M6

I’m not sure what drives me to freeze my nuts off in the London winter taking pictures of the city at its bleakest, but here I am again. You know I’m really starting to see the attraction of plastic cameras … all that metal seems reassuringly solid when you’re trying a camera in store, but when you can’t feel your fingers you get over it pretty quickly.

My original plan was to strike out east, but this being the holiday season the transport links were dodgy and I was running out of light, so I settled for familiar territory, getting off at Waterloo and making my way west along the Thames towards home. Continue reading

The Walbrook Building, London