from your TV set. (Frank Zappa)
Television? What the fuck is going on. I’m almost an OAP. The telly should have become an essential aid to the process of dozing off but all it does is wind me up. Crap, adverts, adverts, adverts, crap, adverts, adverts, adverts adverts, adverts, adverts, crap, adverts, adverts, adverts. Freeview my arse. It’s costing me hours of my life trying to find something decent to relax to.
I have a passion for looking at them slightly dodgy self portraits that girls take with their camera phones and post on Facebook and alike. You know the ones, in their undies, or less, pouting away pretending to be Jordan, Lady Gaga, whoever, whatever. I find them curiously funny and sad at the same time. Don’t be fooled into thinking these girls are interested in becoming models. If you were to offer a proper photo shoot to the real lookers amongst them they would run a mile, but alone in their bedrooms they can imagine a world full of handsome young bucks checking them out. Unfortunately the horrific truth is the intended audience is laughing at them and ugly old men, who don’t exist in their dreams, are jacking off to them.
for the girl next door. Well not my next door, but someones, may be yours. They may take time to overcome their nerves and lack the polish of a professional model but, with a little patience, you can still take a pretty snap or two of them.
Every year I tell myself to do more outdoor shoots but whenever the opportunity arises I find excuses to give it a miss. Why? Afraid of daylight? Not really. Trying to find a nearby location with some peace and quiet is the biggest difficulty. Here are some snaps taken in the local rec. It’s occasionally deserted but still not ideal.