Theft

A visit to the lab to print off a bundle of rolls of 35mm film has yielded glimmers of beaches in Bretagne and streets in the 3rd and 4th; classic muscle cars and clumsy graffiti and West African masks; parties in Paris, in Saint-Malo, in St Kilda and Carlton and Fitzroy, in South Coast New South Wales and Western Victoria; street posters and porn star political candidates and the marine life of the South China Sea; artists and musicians and friends, skaters and teenage spies, documentary subjects and documentary makers... All of it stolen and stowed away with no end purpose in mind... Here's a glimpse.

Five Views

A couple of weeks back I was invited to attend the Etonnants Voyageurs Literature Festival in Saint-Malo, a small and insanely beautiful town in the north west of France. A fortress town, once overrun by the corsairs, now overrun by awkward European tourists, was staggering and startling in the cinematic immensity of it's horizons and coastline. Here's five different perspectives from shots that I took of the spring sunsets that descended around 10pm as lovers walked off dinner and killed time before disappearing into the bedroom, as drunken friends ran around the ramparts before heading to another bar, and as photographers stalked and lingered for the light to leave its final traces.