A magical sound: the clacking of the departures board as updated times and destinations scroll upward on the list. Sometimes the updates are a single row, sometimes the whole board erupts in fluttering cacophony of times and places and platforms.
Descending from the High Line in Chelsea.
Gargoyle sculptures atop Notre Dame.
From the V&A Waterfront.
On the street that Helmut Newton called home. The day prior, I had seen the first French retrospective of Newton’s work since his 2004 death. Two hundred original prints, on display at the The Grand Palais, curated by the legendary photographer’s wife. Inspired by his 1975 photo, Le Smoking, I found the street, walked and shot.
While approaching Waterloo Station, an outbound train at rush hour.
Toward the station, where I filmed test sequences of a short film I hope to finish.
A small cargo ship in Cape Town.
In the drydock area of the Cape Town harbour.
Along the southern wall of the island city.
At the drydocks.
One of the small cargo haulers in Cape Town’s harbour.
In the drydocks of Cape Town.
Flying between Amsterdam and Johannesburg last week. I probably should have pulled out my proper camera.
Out my hotel window on a June day, in the 5th arrondissement.
In the empty departure area at JNB, waiting for my flight to Cape Town.
Wild Nothing at Metro Gallery last summer.
At Eglington Station.
Found in my old film archives, shot in La Motte-Picquet – Grenelle Metro station in 2001.
