“If anybody knows of some inexpensive but non-murdery, clean places to stay in Cambridge, Birmingham, Bath, or Brighton, let me know.”
I was hoping for a visitor but it looks like I’ve been rumbled by the antipodeans. Dammit.
The Argus….. Keeping us informed with the important stuff……… (at St Peters Church)
Our local Brighton paper. Welcome to the real news, bitches.
This Is Brighton by Caleb Yule
Last year Caleb was just 13-years old when he shot over 45,000 stills of Brighton over 10 months and put them together into this beautiful, beautiful time-lapse, tilt-shifty film of Brighton. I saw this recently at an exhibition in which a friend had some photographs and there was a queue to put on the headphones and watch (the music is “Home” by Cinematic Orchestra which makes me cry with the happysads every damn time). Watch it. It is amazing, whether or not you know my home town, whether or not you think tilt shift is over or lame or whatever. It’s wonderful and I love it.
If you want to get run over by a car from behind, crouch in the middle of a street looking towards the sea and take an iPhone photo of the enormous, slow, beautiful ferris wheel on the beach at the bottom of said street, preferably at night.
Works every time.
Groyne on Flickr.
So this morning’s photo is one of my favourite photos that I have ever taken on film, or on anything really, and I’ll go on about it a while longer if it do ya (and holy shit, it looks so much better on Flickr). Anyway, there are some more 35mm shots I’ve had scanned in and I’m sticking here, if you’d like to see them. I’d like you to see them. I love shooting film. I get so wrapped up in it, the time and care you have to take, everything else just falls away. I feel as though I am more gentle, somehow, with the world when using a film camera. Digital, while I love so much about it, use it every day and wouldn’t be without it, feels more aggressive, grabbing, urgent. With film you are forced to slow down. There’s something sensual about it, the mechanics, the physicality. I don’t know. It just feels different, I guess, and I love the way it makes me feel. So there you go. Pip pip for now.
A framed Banksy by the bins.
In other news, I’ve just had the best sausage roll of my life.
Make of that what you will.
Me and my Holga about to get washed away on Brighton beach.
It’s 22 degrees. It’s hot. It’s October.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
Finally. A photo of the ruined West Pier wot I took meself a couple of hours ago.
Brighton’s ruined West Pier at low tide.
I must make some time to take some photos of it soon. In the meantime, this is one of my favourite shots of it.
(photo by Chris Harrison)
I’M ON A SOFA.
I’M IN A FIELD.
I’M DOING BOTH AT THE SAME TIME.
My lunchtime walks are confusing sometimes. But comfy.
Angry Sunday sea and sky.