At the bus stop we’re the pawns and we just do what we’re told. But on the rooftops, we’re the kings and we look down on this whole town.…
A spare hour, a camera bleeding light, and a walk around Sydney, on film. Some then 250km away…. Camera: Yashica Electro 35 GSN, Film: Kodak Ektar 100
A few times a year a group of my oldest friends and I take a road trip, about 250kms, from Sydney to a little farmhouse 50km outside Mudgee, NSW, Australia.…
I had the pleasure of attending Desire Books’ Bonfire Night last week. As always Manly’s talented folk put on a hell of a show. I lurked around with my trusty…
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So they closed down the factory I worked at with my Brother. Or at least let all the union people, like us, go. They bussed scabs through the barricade to…
Sunlight fell upon her through a yawning window. She lay, shirt open, across our fraying couch. The afternoon outlined her face, her chest, the curve at her hip. She watched…
I found my camera lens wandering towards the sky and the sea. From the heights to the horizons. And in every instance, from every angle, the images cut by wire…
In the summer of 1915 Duke Kahanamoku, a Hawaiian waterman, gave a surfing demonstration on Sydney’s Freshwater Beach. It was the spark that started Australia’s obsession with surfing. An obsession…
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