I’ve had to photoshop this quite a lot to get it to the point where I’m even vaguely happy with it – specifically, I’ve drained a bit of colour from everyone but our central zombie there, just as extra insurance to make sure he doesn’t get lost in the background people.

Not a lot else to say.

I went to the London Roller Girls halloween bash the other night. Here’s the first of a few photos. If, at any point, I start wailing in public about how basically bloody awful they are, please slap me. I have to keep repeating to myself that they’re not bad, give the conditions, and that I’m not going to improve unless I practice. Also, I really need to get a diffuser dome.

The rest will follow in dribs and drabs, as I have time to process them. (I’ve done five tonight, it’s take me two and a half hours, and I want to revisit two of them, because I’m not quite happy with the results.)

Should any of the people in the photos be pointed this way, and like the results, I’m happy to supply the full res versions of anything I put on line (or take down anything you don’t want on-line), and I’ll let Chris know when the full set (however many that turns out to be) is available on flickr.

A shot in the style of one of my friends, ara_maye. I took this a few months back, and then for some reason, never posted it. I turned it up on Monday night, going through some old shots for inspiration, and lined it up for posting when I got a minute.

And then she went and posted this yesterday.

Spooky!

I’ve taken more imaginative shots, but I like the way this came out.

In other news, I deeply fucked off with myself. I’ve just gone through a whole card of gig photos to discover that they’re all so noise-saturated that they’re basically unusable. I’m going to take a shot at saving a few of them, but I’m not optimistic.

Been meaning to say:

I’ve a stack of photos waiting for me to spend a few hours weeding through them and muttering “They’re all shit! Shit!”, but until I do, I urge you all to go look at ara_maye‘s photos.

Because, you know, they’re a bit good.

I’ll be back later.

That industrial-music-video decayed look, as caught in the Guiness visitor’s centre in Dublin.

Not a lot to say about this. Talk amongst yourselves.

And, slightly later than planned (been busy) the second and much less abstract photo inspired by the accounts of contact experiences from people on drugs.

Yes, it’s probably quite clear what this really sitt, but still, just unfocus your brain alightly, and watch the entities as they push through the membrane of our universe.

Or something.

The first of two photos inspired by accounts of contact experiences by people on drugs (or even some who were not on drugs), with five dimensional being made of liquid information. This one, is, obviously, a bit of abstract photography.

I would give an awful lot for a chance to go back and re-shoot this. I just need to get the light off that “S”, and the reflected chair out of the top left. That’s all. Two tiny changes, and I’d be a happy, happy man. And maybe change the exposure slightly, so the rip of the left glass isn’t quite so lost in the head. And perhaps try and get the table not to reflect the ceiling dots quite so much. And maybe tweak the composition so it’s a better portrait shape, rather than the tall and narrow thing it is…

And, and, and…

Yeah. Sorry. That’s what happens when the idea strikes, but you don’t want to make an arse of yourself farting around for twenty minutes in a public bar, taking photos that will only amuse yourself.

I post this as a reminder to myself: take your bloody time.

The back wall of a rather nice pancake cafe in Dublin called Lemon. Should you ever find yourself in town and wanting a really good breakfast, then you cannot go wrong here.

Getting the colours to come out right on this one was a bit of a bastard, but I’m happy with them in the end.