An evening stroll from Roma Street to the Mall. Black Friday 13.10.89.
(Tuesday, 06 April 2010)
I’ve got a friend who is a bit like Clark Kent. At first glance he’s a dude in an office job, but he’s been under the radar. A few years ago Marty (Hill) bought over a set of clay-mation figures to be photographed. They were characters in a sitcom he’d dreamt up called Rockdogs, and he was planning to computer animate it and pitch it at the likes of MTV.
Most of us have daydreams about such things but Marty acted on his and has since backed himself further and written (funny) scripts and produced them using live actors, … and a second series is underway!! He’s also teamed up with Greg Shaw who is Keith Urban’s Australian manager, to help promote the ‘dogs. We arranged a swap where I’d do the promo shots for Rockdogs and Marty would build me this 2.0 site.
You can see Rockdogs light hearted “college” style humor here on youtube.
(Tuesday, 06 April 2010)
Sophie and Joe's wedding below is currently featured on the worldwide alternate wedding blog Rock'n'Roll Bride.
(Wednesday, 17 March 2010)
I was going to put up a wedding from a few weeks ago, but I’m doing Sophie and Joe’s album at the moment. They are a good looking, modest pair of stylish individuals who ….. look on second thoughts I think I can just let the photo’s tell you the rest.
Brisbane Wedding photographer, artistic wedding photographer. Hillstone, Brisbane wedding photojournalism,
(Wednesday, 10 March 2010)
This little story and the photographs were previously published in the Sydney Morning Herald’s Good Weekend Travel Section in 2001.
Our luggage was being taken by someone we didn’t know. Four of us strung out in single file in a sweating procession along the hot and sleepy main street of Fang. Our Lonely Planet guide to Thailand told of the bus from Chaing Mai to Fang, the taxi from Fang to Tha Ton, and the boat from Tha Ton to Chaing Rai…but not about Mr Phing and his tricycle.
His initiative was admirable. At the bus stop he’d came up to us and said “Tha Ton” and when we nodded, he picked up our bags threw them on his trike and headed off.
He pedaled just fast enough to prevent us from catching up unless we broke into a trot. Over his shoulder he conversed in English that was better than our Thai…..
“which cunree you fhom”?
“australia”
“ahhh astaya nice…how many kangaroo astaya”?
“millions”?
“ahhh meeons…he your husban”?
“Yes”
“you vehy lucky….vehy hansome man?
Our new friends’ judgment was thrown into further doubt when he assured out of the blue
“John Howard nice man, I…love…John Howard”
On the edge of town the trike turned down a dusty side road, stopping only because we did.
“maybe you have some eat,…cool jink, some rets,….feewl better”
“No you said you take luggage…Fang Hotel, we follow…we wait Fang Hotel
..get taxi Tha Ton”
“yeh yeh first you feewl better…hod day…jink, eat”
“where?”
“my pace!”
Just in time the taxi pulled up beside us and the driver glared at Mr Phing who finally surrendered.
His eyebrows lifted as if he finally understood “oh you go Tha ton taxi ?!”
I liked his style.
Photo documentary, Photojournalism, Brisbane Photographer
(Wednesday, 10 March 2010)