Tripod in Springtime

Bah what a poxy way to treat a lovely Spring morning...photographing paintings.
There is honestly not a single right angle in this entire Victorian building (tho that is probably the fault of the modern interiors).
I get the shot lined up square and the lighting is off...or there's a sheen on the canvas from a chink of sunlight somewhere.



Saturday night, Shoreditch, me 'taking a rush of blood to the head'
I'd never make a motorist, i'm easily distracted by things like 'they've changed the colour of the neon at Cargo!!

more nite-fotos




its hypnotic