Often left, to its peaceful best

The downsides of working late nights, or having a body clock that is so interchangeable is that you get to enjoy the absence of the daytime. A prospect I believe to be underrated. Not since my final year of university, a time when I didn't truly prosper from spending long arduous nights scraping together something tangible that could be titled an essay of sorts. That feeling of chasing the day and believing there isn't enough hours to go around, that i do not miss.

So now, what has changed?

Well it took an unsociable bar job work pattern and a bout of heavy flu. The combination though not one I wish upon someone has had an effect on me, this is really the only time when things are peaceful enough to have pure thoughts. If you read a book, you seem to inhale far more information, because there is no exterior noise, except people sleeping and distant cars passing. The washing machines have stopped spinning, your housemates are sleeping, the social hi-fi has faded, uses are useless, an overwhelming feeling you are filled with, a hope, what if i write something truly magical, maybe i can, maybe i just have, maybe i will never but either way, this time, this is my time and my favorite time of the day.

peace·ful

adj.

1. Undisturbed by strife, turmoil, or disagreement; tranquil.

Ennoble

Ennoble.

For a grasp or scope to see what happens in your head

Surely bets would be placed, far and wide

Nobody likes to view someone hurting inside

But you need a silk cushion soaked in spiritualism for your mind

The thinnest of ice

You have taunted so long

Your in-between falling

And already rising up

I can’t keep track of parameters I have set

Because you ran away with any toys we ever get

I turn my back on those who refuse to let in beauty.

That strangle out the grandeur of life,

And the lockets that capture the

Flames burning brightly from the hearts of the hopers

What do you know of pain?

Of problems?

Of loss?

Can’t you see that I’m who’s trying hard just to hold on?

When all I have is cheap thoughts

Cheap tightens on

That tightness makes me wheeze then I’m right back

Square one

I fight over possession because I posses no benefits

And as my grip on those gets weaker

I get weaker and so on

You never stop doing nothing

What a dangerous state

Perhaps an honour to your ferocity

Afraid to say this to your face

Is it testament to me?

To feelings,

Or to you

I can’t brush you under the carpet

Or flush you down the sink

Even after every casing point that I make

Can’t ignore a voice

You’re making a mistake

For to turn your back on someone is the worst thing you can do

Because it tastes so real when you imagine this is you

I realise now my time-spent casing highlights things to me

Carrying such heavy thoughts is necessary it’s obligatory

Because I know now I care about the welfare of you

This doesn’t mean I have a plan for making you see through

We never get the riddle book handed in our laps

With some Messiah and a biro who’s gone and filled in all the blanks

What we have is what we need

Its more simple than you think

Pour everything you feel onto paper using ink.

Victorian Risque

The Victorian Era was a period that lasted between 1837 and 1901. During the earlier parts of this period the early births of photography were coming to fruition, however, with the first photographs being produced by a metal plate which sometimes meant the subject in question would have to pose for minutes rather than seconds it was impractical and almost impossible to capture portraits. When Henry Fox Talbot came along with his negative-positive process making multiple copies of an image possible, coupled with a camera that offered a reduction in exposure time, Victorian portraiture, Victorian Risque and light pornography began to circulate. These images were often distributed discreetly via the postal system or at train stations in sets or as a series. Woman were often handed or placed amongst props making the images of women thinly disguised erotica. The extent of promiscuity within photographs started very subtly and catered to a variety of different tastes whilst modeling the fashionable clothing of that era. People often look back at the victorian era with wistful nostalgia as there are very many a stereotype and ideal concerning the victorian male and female. It is interestingly reflected on through the imagery of the time due to the repression towards women of that era. A woman needed to act with the highest degree of etiquette. Woman were not allowed to swim or openly show acts of liberation.

So one cold sunday afternoon I took a willing model, stylist and my GOLDY '6X9' pinhole camera to see if we could capture some interesting Victorian imagery.

Model- Tanith Megan Laurie

Make up, Assistant, Styling- Holly Pascoe

The Morning Orchestra Photo-shoot

A series of photographs taken for Brighton-based folk/pop band The Morning Orchestra. Both on location around Kemp-town and also from their Basement sessions.

www.myspace.com/themorningorchestra

Escape & Discovery {in a modern day fairy-tale}

There can be two sides to a city; on one side people walk with their heads down, so used to the things they see everyday, unaware, that it is only the people that look beyond that reap the rewards of beauty and nature in an escape from a mundane reality. These little revelations are like personal secrets. Only your eyes see the magic in the ordinary. Only you can be enlightened by your own secret place. A secret place is one where you are free to be whatever you want to be, where you decide your actions and where, without this place, today would still be just the dust that settled from the day before.