The year is 2034. Halloween is now MANDATORY under new draconian laws. The populous is expected to indulge themselves in the most hedonistic spooky fashion as possible. Elite squads of law enforcement police the general public, their watchful eyes, and their informants and spies, ready to punish those not fully in the spirit of the season. In the far north of the country, detainment centres have been established, where ‘non-celebrants’ are forced in gulag type conditions to make trinkets. Rumours of extreme conditioning techniques are rife, with Bobby ‘Boris’ Picket’s 1962 hit Monster Mash piped through at volume, to the occupants of the solitary confinement cells, with their own cries and wails echoing across the gulag, only adding to the ‘spirit of the season’….
I've been friends with Julia for a couple of years now, and always hope to see her when she's visiting the country (next year I'm hoping to get to visit her at her home in Barcelona), so I was pleased as punch when she managed to squeeze in an all-too-brief 24 hour visit in September, and we put aside a few hours to grab a shoot.Read More
It’s almost an annual event, that moment when inspiration and motivation hit a lull, and I look to my website and think “I’m bored with this. Let’s change it all around…”
Which then I never do, as I can never decide just what I want to do with it, what do I want to change, and what can I do to stop neglecting it. Let’s face it, while I do keep the front page fresh with new images, it’s been ages since I last updated the Words section.
I do enjoy writing and blogging, very much so. I enjoy the creative outlet, and the opportunity to get all the words swimming around in my head, and make some kind of sense out of them. Those who know me personally can attest my ability to fumble and mumble and complicate myself vocally in person.
But the one thing I struggle with, and this goes for all my creative output, visual, visceral, or verse, what on earth does anyone want to read about?
I’m not a blogger, I’m not looking to create clickbait, generate hits and sponsors, and advertising, although I have done in the past, and would welcome any opportunity to blog products and events. But I’m talking more about in a personal sense, what would anyone want to read? More poetry, and creative fiction? Reviews? Wild tales and shenanigans? Thoughts and such on photography and photographers?
I am genuinely interested, and would very much like to hear your opinions and ideas.
You can comment below, or @Mister__Parker and @ChrisWParker on twitter.
Some highlights from a day shooting outdoors with Suicidegirl FelisRead More
And highs...Read More
The peace of a book shop
Grants the opportunity
To escape the rain.Read More
Demanding all the answers will inevitably teach you nothing about the journey.Read More
I'm sure some of you couldn't care less about my opinion, and would much rather see photos of semi naked women, or read my usual semi-comedic rants about every day rubbish. I apologise.Read More
I spent the weekend
Dressed as a murderer.
Fictional, of course.Read More
20 things about summer. About women. About anything.Read More
I have always been at my
When in a crowd,
And Crete was crowded,
That's for sure.Read More
… so Geordi is blind right?Read More
- Use your spare time each week to look at the work of the following photographers (one each week), at the end of each week pick one photograph and write 200 words about it. Diane Arbus; Phillip Lorca deCorcia; William Eggleston; Jane Bown.
- Fall in love with something.
- Identify in which areas of life you under-achieve. Spend two days needlessly obsessing over this.
To ask of you.Read More
As long as you say my name in the dark,
As long as I feel your touch in the night.
Nothing else will matter...Read More
Today happens to be World Mental Health Day, as suitably hashtagged with #WorldMentalHeatlhDay all over social media. I’ve seen plenty of posts and blogs from all over the twitterverse, and mostly from ladies. As we all know, men are typically useless at sharing their feelings. I know, I’m one of them.Read More
I remember you well,
In the Malmaison Hotel,
I never wanted
You to need me. I needed
You to want me too.
with no special or distinctive features; normal.
"he sets out to depict ordinary people"
synonyms:usual, normal, standard, typical, stock, common, customary, habitual, accustomed, expected, wonted, everyday, regular, routine, day-to-day, daily, established, settled, set, fixed, traditional, quotidian, prevailing
"the ordinary course of events"
added to an existing or usual amount or number.
"they offered him an extra thirty-five cents an hour"
synonyms:additional, more, added, supplementary, supplemental, further, auxiliary, ancillary, subsidiary, secondary, attendant, accessory; More
So why the fuck would anyone want to be "extraordinary"? Why strive to be more of the same old usual. No one dreams of being extra-normal, extra-typical, or extra-standard. English is a weird language. You only need to look at how we pronounce the name of the actor Sean Bean. It's complicated, contradictory, and confusing. It can be made beautiful and poetic through thorough thought.
First published in Red Light Lit, September 2015.Read More