Phone Shots: Street Photography NYC

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I’d forgotten all about these til I was looking through my phone for something else. Nothing too exciting technically but it’s so much easier to get street shots from a phone.


Art I cant take credit for #2: 5Pointz

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5Pointz in Queens is one of the biggest and best collections of street art I’ve ever seen. Sadly that’s because it’s one of the few left, a sanitized reservation in a post-Giuliani New York and a post-Banksy world. 5Pointz is strange bedfellows with MOMA 2, the conceptual modern art pile of what the fuck just over the road. Three guesses which I think is more deserving of a platform…?

Street portrait: Bragging Rights

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So I was hanging around here feeling exceptionally British and uncool, trying to pluck up the courage to approach people for a street portait when this rather friendly bloke noticed me admiring his two pin-sharp hot rods. He told me all about his business and gladly posed for a picture. I set off to do some more portraits with renewed confidence that I wouldn’t get told to F off. Then my battery died. Lessons learned: People are friendlier than I give them credit for. And charge your batteries you fool!

Not my usual choice of subject matter but…

…I really like this image. Not least because I managed to achieve this depth of field with a point and shoot. Seriously, be impressed with my epic skills! Because the medium is the message after all. Taken at the Lost Gardens of Heligan, during a very hedonistic trip to Cornwall. The robin was exceptionally tame and posed patiently while I fiddled about with the marco focusing.

Times I wished I was a man

I’d just climbed a mountain and really wanted to get in this waterfall to cool off. Sadly women stripping off in public are frowned upon in Morocco and I didn’t want a long bus journey back to Marrakesh in wet trousers. A couple more from Morocco:

Fishermen in Essaouira, where apparently Jimi Hendrix spent a lot of time in the 60s.

The Jma El Fna is the Piccadilly Circus of Marrakesh. Its name can be translated from Arabic as ‘Assembly of the Dead’ or ‘Mosque at the End of the World’. It’s mainly kebab stalls.

Road rage. The same all over the world.