Eyes For Gertrude. 2015.

The comments about early music festivals reminded me of this. It’s not a figment of the imagination, it really did happen in Rugby, but do you know anyone who actually went? The venue was within walking distance of where I was living but I didn’t go. Yet more regrets. http://www.ukrockfestivals.com/rugby.html

Jethro Tull. Aqualung. 1971. Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent. Likely to get you arrested and put on the register nowadays.


All Change

This is the start of something big. No not the first snaps taken with my new camera but my first post using a new digital workflow. I’ve decided to stop adding a portrait colour profile to my photos in Nikon Capture because I usually ended up adjusting it back out again during my final corrections in Photoshop. Stupid is as stupid does. Hopefully dropping this one step will mean I spend less time on my computer and give my poor old eyes a rest.
Pantie watchers? I love girls in cotton panties so you can all shut up!

Jimmy Page and Robert Plant Unledded. No Quarter. 1994. Kashmir. Much prefer this to the original. Love the instrumentation.
The Prodigy. Always Outnumbered Never Outgunned. 2004. Hot Ride. A glorious noise.
Radiohead. The Bends. 1995. Fake Plastic Trees. Radiohead rescued me.



I can’t resist a software update, I usually jump in with both feet and worry about the consequences later. This latest Mac OS X update though has caught me in a more cautious mood. I have a number of good photo editing programmes on my computer but I rely on Photoshop CS6 for this website’s updates and the big question is does it work in Yosemite? I took a risk with the last OS, Mavericks, but found that 99.9% of CS6 worked fine, the bits that didn’t appear to function correctly were pretty minor for me. I will spend the next couple of days scouring the photography and software forums looking for assurances that all will be well before I commit to pressing that big download button.


Growth Forecast Slashed

I’m ashamed to admit that I’ve only managed to photograph 4 models so far this year. Gross underachievement not matched since the long gone days of camera clubs, pre-internet. I still regularly check out the casting calls on the popular modelling websites but nothing catches my eye accept for the increasing number of girls covered in God-awful tattoos. In fact the tattoo situation is now that bad I don’t even notice the piss-poor boob jobs any more. C’est la vie.