Monthly Archive for July, 2007

Washtock photos and new flash doodads

This weekend was Washtock 2007. Last year, Washtock was the event which introduced me to so many of Sheffield’s bands and really helped me to connect with the Sheffield scene. So I wanted to try and be there for the whole weekend this year, and catch as many new acts as possible. I failed rather – got there for the last 5 minutes on Friday, caught most of last night, but tonight felt too ill to go at all. All the same, I did manage to take some great photos on Saturday night at Washtock, and I also got to see Kid Acne for the first time which was well worth the wait.

I was trialling new equipment too – a few weeks ago, I splashed out on a very expensive Canon Speedlite 580EX II (I bought it because I was photographing a wedding – bloody typical, the Speedlite didn’t arrive until after the wedding) and a Lumiquest 80/20. I’ve also ordered an off-camera E-TTL flash cable which hasn’t arrived yet, but Andy lent me his. So, last night was the first time I fired this lot in anger. I started off feeling my way, pretty experimental and pretty crap, but once I sellotaped a piece of white paper over the top of the 80/20 and dialled the shutter speed right down to 1/5th to get some background fill-in, things really started cooking. I got some lovely photos, and I’m really looking forward to going out again with this set-up.

Intellectuals Like Us

Re-reading The Engineer of Human Souls Intellectuals Like Us by Josef Skvorecky (marvellous book), I came across this passage in a letter to the protagonist:

At that time you were interested in palaeontology and you had discovered the hypothesis of someone called Dollo – I think you called it overspecialization. It dealt with the mystery of extinction. Dollo, as far as I can recall, claimed you could paradoxically explain the dying out of some species by a too successful struggle for the sur­vival of the fittest. It seems that some animals underwent a rapid development of certain anatomical features that seemed at first to give them an advantage: herbivorous reptiles grew to such a size that smaller carnivores could not harm them. The sabre-toothed tigers developed huge tusks which could pierce even the skin of a dinotherium. But sometimes things go awry and the development of advanta­geous features doesn’t cease at the point of greatest advantage. The brontosaurus keeps on growing, the sabre-toothed tiger’s tusks get longer. This growth continues ad absurdum until, according to Dollo, “there appear animals which are no longer adapted to survival, and these die out.” The four-metre sabre-tooth’s tusks curl round and close its jaws so that in the end it can only feed on mice. The brontosaurus reaches gigantic proportions and its brain, which is the same size as a cat’s, can no longer manage the huge body; another brain develops in the pelvic region, but the two never manage to get coordi­nated and the brontosauri die out as a result of anatomical schizo­phrenia.

Thus far Dollo. You, ever the cynic, applied this to mankind. In the struggle for survival man’s brain has grown, giving him an undisputed advantage, but once again this growth has not stopped at the point of maximum advantage. His rational abilities have grown, while his emotional and volitional capacities have remained unchanged. Thanks to this hypertrophy of the rational part of the brain, reality has become more and more complicated, leading to increasingly irresolv­able conflicts of the reason with the emotions and the will, in turn pro­ducing individuals incapable of action – which can only be the product of the instrumental, not the reflective intelligence. Such individuals are no longer able to deal with life. Their numbers are increasing. Today there are already whole classes, or more precisely, whole strata of them. And when this overspecialization overtakes all mankind, Homo sapiens will die out.

I know you didn’t mean it entirely seriously, Dan, but perhaps you happened on the trail of a disease that Marx and Engels were clearly aware of too. Fortunately all of mankind hasn’t yet been afflicted -only intellectuals like us.

This man with lanthorn, dog and bush of thorn…

This man, with lanthorn, dog, and bush of thorn,
Presenteth Moonshine; for, if you will know,
By moonshine did these lovers think no scorn
To meet at Razor Stiletto, there to woo.

William Shakespeare – A Midsummer Night’s Dream. With amendments.

Tonight, I’m going to Razor Stiletto. For the first time, I decided to dress up. And to combine my dressing up with some strobist experiments.

The fancy-dress theme for tonight is “Midsummer Night’s Dream – Shakespearian Splendour, Fairies & Woodland Creatures”. I acted in Midsummer Night’s Dream when I was 17. I played Robin Starveling, the Tailor, who appears as Moonshine in the mechanicals’ play-within-a-play towards the end of the show. So in homage to that role, I thought I would play moonshine tonight.

By sheer chance, when I took the kids to school yesterday I discovered a load of drum-heads which somebody had thrown out. Now, a drum-head is round. So is the moon. And most of these were also white. “That’s it!” I thought. “I’m halfway there already…”

Thing is though, the moon is illuminated. I wondered about putting a torch behind the drum-head to light it up, but as I’m going to be wandering around taking photos, using my Ebay remote flash triggers, I thought “why not put a flash unit up there, so that the moon lights up whenever I take a photo?”

And so, I built an elaborate wire headgear which holds the drum skin on my head, and holds the flash unit up a few inches behind it so that the drum skin acts as a rather wonderful diffuser (at least, it would with the flash in the right place – I’m still having some trouble avoiding getting bent wires). To this I added on one side a cuddly toy dog belonging to Rowan and Lola, and on the other side a sprig of miniature holly branches. Voila: the man in the moon!

But I wasn’t finished yet. Having got into the swing of making stuff (something I normally never do, unless it’s “virtual stuff”) I carried on with a project I’ve had in my head for ages: the umbrella reflector glove. Take one fingerless glove. Stick some lengths of garden cane in each finger. Put some silver wrapping paper over the lot, in a “bat hand” sort of shape (actually, I’d meant to use reflective gold fabric, but I couldn’t find it. The wrapping paper was a pain because it kept ripping, but it does the trick). I know Robin Starveling never actually dressed as Edward Scissorhands in the mechanicals’ play, but please allow me some artistic license.

To the bat-hand I added my usual off-camera flash technique, slightly modified: I have the flash pointing upwards along my wrist, so that it hits the umbrella-hand and is reflected back over my subject, suitably diffused.

Here are some slightly dodgy photos of the whole kaboodle (better ones will no doubt follow later):

With the flashes off:
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With the flashes on:
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I can’t wait to try this out. Wish me luck! Results coming soon to my photo website.

Cherokees go to London

More photos up on Dan Shot Me – this time, a gig, a photoshoot, and some reportage – all rolled into one! Take a peek at The Cherokees go to Volstead, London.

Index of Sex

Here’s a poem I posted to the Antiweb mailing list a few weeks ago, made up entirely of search engine terms people have used to reach this site (I culled them from my logfiles):

index of sex

girls in chains
dancing naked
spanish girl
destricted sex
pseudo hdr

disco photos
spider park
air lore
swamp thing

black naked slaves
white slave girls
naked little girls
building websites for kids

naked girl dancing
melt launch sumption
girls naked together
druidstone wales

naked spanish girls
spanish girls naked

grind crusher
angels
slave girls of rome
army.mod.co.uk
naked chained

carol ann duffy
destricted
naked and submissive
teaching photography

sumption legendary stardust
my celebrity look alike
screaming squirters
grease photos
belly buttons
naked life

giant japanese spider crab
lady lucks burlesque beauties
arabic insult generator
muslim, girls naked

off camera flash technique
fluorescent safety jackets
girls undress
girls on boats
“it is corrupt, absent, or not writeable”

impaled destricted
fire tornado
today i am going to kill carol ann duffy

sheffield fun park
wedding day buttonholes
very dark skinned naked girls
devil’s toenails

slave girl bed warming
untidy workplace
parrots in teddington
watch girls undress

benefits of taking fernet branca
girls and chains
diesel irony
flash technique

girls naked alone in house
reading books in our life
downwards trajectory level
join groups to get nude girl photos

spanisch girls naked
islamic patterns
valentino rossi
ox stones
bass sax
whipped cream
whipped my arse

zen wine
francis thumm
1950s clothing archives
park fence
girls with boats
globe shaped hoover vacuum cleaners

wath is life
lola needs
recipes for fesant
je taime john wayne
first photo shoot
what happened to horlicks in the us?

i look for nude girls in rome

russian cocaine” lemon
girls in the girls room naked
four naked slaves
literary clothing
girls in masks

find slave girl
turbostar toilets
ileum full faeces
my marriage is going down the sony

coco pops target audience
girls completely naked in bed together
small naked girls
girls stripped naked by friends

how to see a ghost
joke about denim jacket
submissive women naked
literary syllogism

physical memory dump no administrator password

everytime i start up my computer i get a blue screen that says dumping physical memory to disk

Meat for a Dark Day photos

Out last night to see the wonderful Meat for a Dark Day, at the launch of their single Vanity Unfair. Photos here, featuring the dapper and very photogenic Mark Hudson. It felt very weird doing these – I haven’t photographed a gig for what feels like such a long time (probably about 2 weeks), amazing how much can change over that period.

Somewhere Over the Rainbow

This is Lola’s take on Connie from “Britain’s Got Talent”.