The call is coming from inside the house
Well now! It's been a funny old couple of weeks which culminated today in my attending a job interview which was ostensibly for work as a photographer's assistant but turned out to be more along the lines of late–night factory work driving a forklift truck. Turning up for interview in Scumsville, Birmingham, I was more than a little bit surprised to find not the studio I had expected but instead a recruitment agency inside a portacabin, and was more than very surprised not to be handed a light meter but a numeracy test and a questionnaire about vertigo. No work, then, but I am down on the agency list (as 'tall', 'stocky' and 'qualified') so perhaps my luck will be in yet. Goddammit!
Anyway, other than that, life is very sweet – preparations are in the offing for the photography exhibition which will be Fleur's and my contribution to WSAF (pics on display in the Lounge near Xananas on the 21st and 22nd June, so please come along if you like our stuff and / or are into experimental photography). A–speaking of which, here are some piccies taken on Fleur's new ColourSplash (another nifty little device which has in–built colour filters to act as an internal cross–processer) – these all taken at the funfair which I accidentally stumbled upon whilst seeking inspiration for my b&w portfolio – some of the b&w shots have turned out well and have that funny sort of late 80s social realism / French textbook feel, but a funfair needs colour!
Aaaaand all of these pictures from our mega Leamington–to–Lymington road trip (which involved me losing my Little Chef virginity to a microwaved pancake. Never again). We love the sea! Even when it is full of swans.