It’s been a shocker of a month for me and my credit card. Partially broken things that I have been making do with have finally given up the ghost and forced me into a program of replacements and when I say things I mean boring household things, nothing exciting except maybe for my mobile. Add to that some upcoming dental work and you can see why I’m not a happy chappie.



It’s about 14 weeks since I last picked up my camera. I should really check it over, and the other stuff, to make sure everything is okay. Don’t want battery leakage, had that in my light meter a couple of years back, made hell of a mess but luckily not enough to stop the thing from working. Why haven’t I been taking snaps? Well I hate the cold. I don’t much like the heat either but that’s another tale. Looking at photos of near naked models shot in chilly weather sends a shiver down my spine. In the depths of winter 4 layers of clothes is my minimum, indoors and out, and I don’t care how much a model claims she doesn’t feel the cold cloning out goose-bumps in Photoshop is nigh on impossible.



A new year so a funky new titling system. Okay it isn’t brilliant but it saves me having to dream up something witty.

The young lady in this update came via a casting call on one of the modelling websites. The session wasn’t one of my best, sometimes you get a bad vibe the moment the model walks through the front door. The results at first glance confirmed my initial feelings but over time they have grown on me. It’s not unusual for this to happen so I’ve learnt to leave an amount of time before judging the fruits of a photo shoot.

The more techie of my viewers will have noticed that I’m still using the old version of WordPress. I tried to update (several times) but it failed so until I find out what is going wrong I’ll leave it be.


Senility Marches On

By the side of my computer desk are plastic crates full of trannies, 35mm slides in layman speak. They have been sat there for years collecting dust so while running the vacuum clearer over them in a moment of cleaning madness I had a quick lucky dip. Who the hell are these girls! I spent the rest of the day trying to recall their names and how I had found/booked them but I’m still not sure in most cases. I could spend a bit of time reading through the old paperwork to jog my memory but it would only depress me thinking back to the early days when snapping a pretty amateur model in nothing but her knickers was a rare and exciting adventure. Oh well back to more recent times and a collection of models in their knickers who may have caused by heart to miss a beat but I truly can’t remember.