RAMONA, DON’T MAKE ME SHOUT
Ramona? Ramona. Don’t make me shout. Come on. She’s got a man. Ramona. Come on. I fucking love you, Ramona. I don’t want her. Come on, Ramona.
Ramona? Ramona. Don’t make me shout. Come on. She’s got a man. Ramona. Come on. I fucking love you, Ramona. I don’t want her. Come on, Ramona.
There are approximately eight million motorcycles in Ho Chi Minh City. Out of all the bikes I saw, this one was my favourite. If anyone has any bike knowledge and can tell me what kind of bike it is, I’d appreciate it.
Pallets on a roof, aloof twenty-somethings on their coop-like balconies, bent arms of machinery, many miles from the farms of our ancestry. Messed up love, kissing on the pavement, rolling in kebab, dancing with someone, everyone, in a cramped bar, water dripping from the ceiling on the bartenders head, a roving hand on your…
Found in the courtyard of a Catholic church. To the right of this there was a large shrine. There was only one piece of this board and it sat against a very grey, dilapidated backdrop. It was quite eerie, definitely beautiful.
I Monte Carlo, New York, New York Built in 1854, this spire with crows, tight jeans and rusted coasters. Smells of eggs, donuts, salty chips. Single boat stranded, afloat on the sand, grand blue boat, tilted. Reflection of council flats in wet holes. Thick haze, thinner there, water and sky, immersed in…
Typically touristy, but I loved the colour of the sky and the trail from the plane to the left of the clock-face. I think you can allow yourself to admire the beauty in something even if there are another four hundred people taking the picture of the same thing.
This was taken in a bar that turned out to be one of the more Bohemian nights we experienced whilst taking a short weekend break in Prague. The bar was huge and sprawling, with a large underground drinking space. This was taken upstairs in a room with a piano in, which people took turns playing.…
From a very short series of photos I took on a crisp day early last year. It was one of the first sunny days of the year and I decided to take out my new pocket-size camera and take some pictures. I was quite anxious about the whole street photography thing so most of the…
From the badgering treetops To the lowly park bench Four youths Smoking Trees hang like butterfilies from Fillies a hatchery’s rooftop where the butterfly hatcher has poowerful values and lots of children, and poo. Listen to what I’m saying to you Make sense of it, make sense of this, I beg you Because I Can’t.…