My shoots become progressivly more impulsive. At college I was (reluctantly) taught to plan every shoot. Biggest waste of time ever. It’s all about seizing the opertunity, which is how most of my current shoots transpire and it’s what happened tonight.
I moved out onto a fishing jetty on the pond, where I was surrounded by fog, in the middle of what felt like nothing, with the stars hanging in the sky above me, it felt like the closest thing to space that i’ll ever have the oppertunity to feel in my lifetime. This then transpired into a major buzzkill as my current set up, physically can’t capture the stars in good quality, particularly in so much fog, so I decided to whack out an incredibly cheesy photomanipulation;
Coming from a relatively tiny town, New York is a shock to the system in its scale. The city and everything within it is comically oversized. I spent my days there being a mega tourist, riding in the open top tour-busses, which teach you vastly helpfull knowledge, like why new york archecture is ‘setback’ in layers. (for fears that execcessive ammounts of skyscrapers would block the sun from hitting the streets, in the same way that clearly, the excessive ammount of fat is blocking the blood flow to their brains).