The Art of Not Posting

So I've been quite lazy when it comes to blogging of late. Maybe not lazy, just being selective with my time. I've been shooting a lot in the last few weeks, I was on a six day shoot for Cell C, 3 days on a two different Mille' campaigns, another converse shoot, shot fashion editorials for FHM and Cosmo and started a personal project. The personal story is something I've been wanting to do for a while but just never got round to doing it but I finally have. I got a 4 x 5 camera from the Vaal Tech/ Vaal University and have been shooting portraits with it for the last month or so. It's been awesome getting back to two frames per portrait instead of one hundred per portrait. I can't upload any work yet because none of it has been released yet. But I will upload one because else this post will be incredibly boring, this is one of the shots from the Cosmo editorial coming out in October.

Benji Magowan / R.I.P. / 1980.12.03 - 2008.06.26

Benji loved this track...

The Pogues- Fairytale In New York

It was christmas eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, wont see another one
And then he sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
Ive got a feeling
This years for me and you
So happy christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

Theyve got cars big as bars
Theyve got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
Its no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold christmas eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of new york city
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the nypd choir
Were singing galway bay
And the bells were ringing out
For christmas day

Youre a bum
Youre a punk
Youre an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy christmas your arse
I pray God its our last

I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Cant make it all alone
Ive built my dreams around you