DONT DRIVE ANGRY: TEN SONGS TO AVOID WHILE DRIVING
I used to wake up angry most days, and just stay angry all day long. It would start with me being angry about having to wake up, and by the time I arrived at work I was ready to kill. As the day wore on I would get angry about having to constantly open my mouth to communicate with other forms of life (working in retail probably not the best move), and eventually I would finish the day by getting angry with people for relentlessly asking me why I was so angry. Not to mention all the in between types of angry like, "I want to kill my boss" angry, or "I want to kill this customer" angry, or "I changed my mind I want to slow torture my boss by pulling out his teeth with pliers and then kill him" angry, or "if another twat asks me if I love my job I am going to knock his block off" angry, or "you should drink less coffee - I am going to head butt you in a second" angry, or "you should try yoga it might help" angry, or "you should quit smoking - I am going to kill you and your next of kin" angry, or "you should try smiling more - you should try fucking off" angry, or "cheer up sunshine it ain't that bad - I am about to bite your nose off and eat it" angry. Angry was a way of life really. I listened to angry music, dressed angry, had an angry haircut, joined the angry club, got my head kicked in by bigger angry people, breathed angry, ate angry burgers, drank cans of angry, and drove my car like a serial killer. You see, I had devoted my life to being angry, so angry I would stay, well that is till the next wagon came along...
You can safely say I have suffered a protracted and demoralising identity crisis throughout my teens and into my adulthood, all of which I blame on music. In no particular order I have tried: Metalhead stoner, B-boy skater, Goth raver hippy, Bohemian beat poet wanker, Brit pop mod wannabe, Rockabilly garage punk piss wreck, Burlesque dandy kravat wearing ponce, Acid fried funk soldier, Rastafarian proto grunge shoegazer. All true, I swear on Bon Scott's grave. So like all the phases in my life, the angry phase passed eventually or maybe it just mutated into something else like Industrial folk post cock rock whatever.
Now in my latter years I have thankfully mellowed out somewhat, but much to my disappointment, I have noticed this propensity towards violence and self-destruction hasn't vanished entirely. Every now and again I'll be calmly driving along in my humble shit box when for no apparent reason, I will feel myself turning to the dark side - that old feeling of wanting to harm my fellow drivers and pedestrians alike, creeping up on me again like some sort of ninja assassin honing in on an unsuspecting prey. So, wanting to know more about this debilitating malady I suffer from, I embarked on a series of complex scientific studies to determine the root of my problem. The studies showed that my behavioural patterns are closely linked to my musical intake whilst in the act of driving. In other words, music is conspiring to ruin my life again.
In the interest of public health and road safety I have published the results below. Please read this carefully, this could save the lives of you and others.
TEN SONGS TO AVOID LISTENING TO WHILE DRIVING
* High on Fire - Devilution. There is only one scenario this song is appropriate for and its certainly not driving. You've died, gone to Hell, Armageddon has kicked off and you are charging into battle on a chariot made of human skulls. You are being dragged along at jungle light speed by 666 black stallions and as a result your arse has caught fire, there are death rays shooting out of your gob, Jeffrey Dahmer is riding shotgun, racking up a chair leg on the dashboard and cackling like the demon that he is and you have become.
* Lamb of God - In Your Words. If you value human life don't even think about cranking this monster whilst driving. Road rage could quickly descend into a murder rampage and that's just after listening to the first 30 seconds.
* Joanna Newsom - everything that comes out of her mouth. Do you remember that episode of South Park where Cartman discovers the brown noise that makes people crap themselves to death. Joanna Newsom makes entire albums of brown noise.
* Mastodon - Blood and Thunder. Ok, this song is loosely based on some really important 'must read before you die' book called "Moby something", about some douche who wears spectacles, makes shite music and is made of wood. He gets swallowed by a big white sperm whale and every time he releases another shite LP the wooden dick sticking out of his forehead grows bigger which causes the whale great discomfort. So much despair and tragedy crammed into one song. Enough in there to tip anyone over the edge, and it doesn't really take that much when you're stuck in peak hour traffic, does it now???
* Andrew WK - Party Hard. This one is care of a friend who I recently discovered suffers from a similar ailment. Renee's facebook status is copied in - "Be careful if listening to @AndrewWK in peak hour traffic or u may find yr foot & the accelerator partying hard into the back of a Corolla"
* Turbonegro - Denim Demon. You know that obnoxious small dick, middle management white collar wanker driving a ford falcon XR that just cut you up without indicating? yer well, he is about to get his comeuppance...
* Dillinger Escape Plan - Come to Daddy. No need to play this tune backwards kiddies, this is some evil shit right here. The devil's music indeed, written, and originally recorded by Satan himself. Dillinger Escape Plan are just playing a cover
* Slayer - Post Mortem. Requiem for an obnoxious small dick middle management white collar wanker.
* Queens of the Stone Age - You Think I Aint Worth a Dollar But I Feel Like a Millionaire. I witnessed this band play this song live at Leeds festival a few years back. I also witnessed 70,000 people loose their collective minds and set the place on fire. Cue fire engines. For real.
* The Melvins - Honey Bucket. The soundtrack to your face going through your arse when you slam into the back of the cabbie you've been tailgating like a psychopath. Don't rage at cabbies kids, its not worth it. Your always going to come off second best.
drive safe this Xmas kids, ya feel me ?
ak
19.11.09
MORVERN CALLAR AND WHY IAM A CINEMA SNOB.
Go down to your local multiplex cinema these days and all you have to choose from is at least 3 lame rom coms with the same cast of douche bags, part 63 of Harry Potter, the latest Pixar kiddie flick, another resurrected or reloaded or rehashed or whatever action blockbuster franchise, or some over rated comic book adaptation that is trying so very hard to stay true to the original vision of its creator -YAWN. Ok, I am not an entire snob, I did go see Terminator Salvation, but left the cinema feeling decidedly underwhelmed, and very embarrassed for Christian Bale. Chris, buddy, CMON was that really necessary? Are you that desperate for roles you had to go make that smoldering pile of turd? Watching this sort of film for me is like eating McDonalds, I only do it every now and again, I always regret it after ward, and it always leaves me with a gnawing hollow feeling in my stomach and in my brain - which for some reason can never recall the last time this occured, and alert me in time to save me from buying another ticket to Wolverine X men origins begins forever or another large triple cheese burger meal.
Its not that I completely dismiss these sort of big budget CGI extravaganzas, its just that most times it doesn't even feel like I am watching a film anymore, just one big loud explosion after the next, in a bid to detract from a piss weak script and horrendous acting performances. I must admit there is something inherently satisfying in watching something being blow into oblivion, or for that matter a Spartan warrior lopping off the head of a hapless Persian, but after about the 40th time you start to build up a bit of a tolerance, you get distracted, start shuffling in your seat, playing with your phone, and next thing you know BAM! the spell is broken and you are wrenched from the cinematic womb, kicking and screaming, instead of being serenely conceived at movies end and gently ushered out into the harsh light.
When it comes to cinema I am more of a purist at heart. There is nothing I love more than taking in a film that relies solely on well crafted acting performances, simple cinematography, and an original story. The French are the masters, the Brits and the Yanks have produced a few gems over the years and lets not forget a little Australian film called Samson and Delilah. There isn't really any hard and fast rules to this category of film, just an adherence to the basic elements of film making. Below, I have made a not so short list of films as a guide. These films capture exactly what iam talking about, enjoy...
Morvern Callar - captivating performance from Samantha Morton, and stunning cinematography. Huge influence on me as a photographer.
Control - see above.
Samson and Delilah - amazing on so many levels. First time actors nail their roles, beautifully shot, uses minimal dialogue but hits you like a sledgehammer. UP THE AUSSIES!
Butterfly Kiss - Amanda Plummer at her unhinged best. Hey Amanda, what happened to you? You were the best thing about Pulp Fiction...
Dead Mans Shoes - starring the fucking amazing Paddy Considine. Also check out any other film directed by Shane meadows eg This is England.
Bad Lieutenant - career high point for Director Abel Ferrara, and mesmerising performance from Harvey Keitel.
The beat that my heart skipped - stylish French flick (aren't they all) starring the ubiquitous Romain Duris. I could have made a list of just French Films for this blog, maybe next time...
Festen - my favourite Dogme film and for mine the most successfully executed.
The Seventh Continent - Michael Haneke is GOD.
The Passenger - directed by Antonioni. Beautiful Cinematography. Slow burner, but well worth 2 hours of your time. I was feeling a little lost after this one, but this film stayed with me for days afterwards (love it when that happens). After pinning down the over arching themes I began to appreciate the genius of Antonioni.
The Killing of a Chinese Bookie - starring the quite achiever Ben Gazara. Directed by the legendary John Cassavettes. His films most accurately embody what I am trying to describe in this blog .
Buffalo 66 - starring Ben Gazarra again, also starring Vincent Gallo as actor/director. Career high point for Gallo. Imaginative script and simple but innovative cinematography.
400 blows - my favourite film from the so called French New Wave. Straight forward storytelling, that isn't mired down by the pretenses that later became synonymous with New Wave.
Capote - starring consistently brilliant Phillip Seymour Hoffman. A mainstream release but don't turn your nose up so quickly. This is frame for frame the most mathematically perfect cinematography I have come across. Watch it again and you will see what iam banging on about...
Lars and the Real Girl - same cinematographer as Capote. Original story, and brilliant performance from Ryan Gosling, for mine one of the most talented actors going round.
Gerry - my favourite Gus Van Sant film. A simple story, minimal dialogue, and raw hypnotic cinematography. Another influence on my work as a photographer.
I could go on, but I want to make one of these things myself one day, so best to stop talking and get on with it...
Ill have a Large double quarter pounder meal please
ak
1.8.09
PALOMA FAITH - ALL FUR COAT AND CLEAN KNICKERS
I remember the first time I crossed paths with Paloma, clear as day. I wouldn't have guessed in that moment that she would become the star that she is today, that became apparent a little later, but what I did witness was a master at the art of making an entrance. I was managing a bar in the east end at the time, and hating it. My only solace were the Jamaican style jerk chicken burgers they used to feed us for lunch. It was a day like any other, up to my arse in customers, pumping out pint after pint of flat beer, and coffee so bitter, I had people accusing me of trying to poison them (I secretly was). First, came the obnoxious clomping of high heels on pavement, then all of a sudden the stereo stopped and all heads seemed to turn in unison towards the door. This was followed by a blinding flash of light, (you know the kind you see before you realise your are lying naked on an operating table inside a UFO having your rectum probed by aliens) and there Paloma appeared wearing, enough gold chains to bring Mr T to his knees, a dangerously high pair of heels, ridiculous yellow spandex leggings, hoop earrings you could drive a tank through, a Shoreditch standard issue trilby hat, some naff eighties inspired t-shirt that was slashed across the front and was eight sizes to big, a cheeky smile that could melt an iceberg, and in a filthy cockney accent mouthed the immortal words "Excuse me Mista manager, we've run out of limes next door, can you sort me out please?" I thought to myself better give the fruit cake what she wants and get her out of here quickly...on second thought, you're a fruit cake but I like you, and fuck me Ive been impregnated by an alien.
Little was I to know, that this loveable fruit was to become my employee at the next bar I managed and that's where a star was born... I am not going to bore you with elaborate detail, so in short, Paloma was a shite barmaid, to busy flirting with the boys, and just as well. Soon after she became the lead singer of resident garage band 'The Penetrators' which was made up of some of my bar staff and a couple of regulars. Its a winning formula that one, round up the biggest piss heads available, (very easy in London) and a pretty girl and start a garage band. At this point in the story a massive shout out must go to the other bar manager, my friend, musical genius, piss head and visionary Clem, for bringing this bunch of misfits together, molding them into a band, and as far as Paloma is concerned, having the foresight and the faith to hand her the microphone. Bear in mind that at this stage Paloma had little or no experience as a singer. As expected 'Paloma and the Penetrators' (as they came to be known) were an unmitigated disaster in the beginning, but gig by gig, they got their shit together, honed their craft and in good time took over the east end with their whisky soaked mash ups, and incendiary live sets. Around the same time, I was getting my act together, photographically speaking, and I am proud to say that Paloma and the Penetrators was one of the first bands if not the first band I shot portraits for (see third link below). Sadly, Paloma and the Penetrators went their own separate ways after a couple of years, but their lives and mine had been changed forever more...
So I am here to testify people, Paloma Faith is the real deal. Drink muddy water, sleep in a hollow log and all that shite. Prerequisite dirt under her nails has been installed and her dues have been paid up, in full! BUT, I still hear some of you say All fur coat and no knickers. Well I say all fur coat and a suitcase full of washed knickers ironed by her mum. So there, stick that in your crack pipe and write a song about it...
I realise for a lot of you that right about now there is an MJ sized hole in your heart, and your hurting real bad, but I am saying that maybe its time to start the healing, move on and make a bit of room for another fruit cake in your life. I realise its going to be impossible to replace MJ, but you need to start somewhere people and Paloma is a good a place as any. I am not saying forget the great man, I am just saying pay a little attention to other things that are going on out there, it might help to put things into perspective. As for those people that are mourning MJs death by stockpiling copies of his back catalogue and choking up the charts just a friendly reminder - if we are by some freak chance hit by a nuclear bomb no amount of listening to MJ is going to save you from turning into a pile of ash. If you do survive the initial blast, maybe your thinking you can lift your spirits by listening to Heal the World in your fallout shelter, or maybe your thinking of eating CD sandwiches to keep you nourished. I wouldn't advise either but desperate times call for desperate measures.
live and let die
ak
17.7.09
http://www.myspace.com/palomafaith
http://www.myspace.com/thefabulouspenetrators
http://www.akfotography.net/photo.html?p=247
TIME FOR NEW HEROES: RED RIDERS
When I first moved back from London around the end of 05, I was looking for something to get excited about, something that would make my transition a little less painful. Living in London for 8 years, I had witnessed so many mind blowing performances and had been turned on to so many different types of music, a musical comedown was an inevitability. SORRY Sydney, I love you to bits, but when it comes to MUSIC, London has so much more variety, not to mention history blah blah blah etc etc. Ok where was I ??? oh yer Angelo back in Sydney feeling sorry for himself musically, but much happier in general. So I am looking high and low, people are taking me to see this and that and getting bored of me banging on about London, when a good friend (cheers Lids) drops REPLICA REPLICA in my lap, and all of a sudden I am thinking I can do this, I can have my cake and eat it, I can have it all !!! the sunshine, the milk, the honey, AND an awesome band all in the same city!!! ok there have been other awesome Sydney bands since, but Red Riders were the first that said " Angelo buddy, everything is going to be fine, yes you have been doing it tough since coming back from rat infested shithole, but we are here to ROCK you and we are from Sydney !!!
So what I am trying to say in a massive nutshell is the Red Riders are the band that rekindled my love affair with Australian music, and if you don't love this band then you have a serious problem. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME ? Nod and say after me, ANGELO I HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM AND I DONT DESERVE TO OWN A PAIR OF EARS. I CANT HEAR YOU ? SAY IT, say it LOUDER! but that's ok my little plebs dont panic just yet, salvation is here in the form of the Red Riders new LP- DROWNING IN COLOUR-released nationally FRIDAY,JULY 10TH, in all good record stores & online.
http://www.myspace.com/redridersmusic
cheers ears
ak
8.7.09
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Above are a couple of my shots that ended up being cover shots for CREAM magazine and MUSIC NETWORK respectively. I realise that they have dated, but it would help if some of my so called friends kept me updated on such happenings ??? It would also help if I was commissioned to specifically shoot a cover shot more often, then I would know its a cover shot, right? Are you listening editors? WHOOSHKA! thats the sound of my dignity going out the door...
dont ask dont get
ak
3.7.09
Introducing a new segment on our show called PHOTOS OF STRANGE AND BEAUTIFUL THINGS I've travelled quite a bit in my time and I've seen some gorgeous sunsets particularly in the Mediterranean, but nothing comes close to matching the palette of violent reds, incandescent oranges, and velvety purples of a Sydney sunset. On pretty much any afternoon travelling back west in my car, I find myself stuck in traffic on Bexley rd. Some days I pump a bit of Slayer on the car stereo and try to relax in a cocoon of sound, other days I look skyward and appreciate the magnificent slide show presentation that nature performs before dusk. drive safely ak 1.7.09 |  |
NEW MUSIC: MATT WALTERS, AND WHY I LOVE SHOOTING ON BLACK AND WHITE FILM.
This was one of those dream jobs where the client insisted I shoot B/W film together with standard colour. Dont get me wrong I enjoy shooting on colour film or digital for that matter, but there is still something magical about the subtle nuances of the grain and the infinite gradations in the tonal range of high speed B/W film. Well, the infinite part is a slight exaggeration, but that's what it feels like sometimes when iam viewing a BW shot, in particular a handprint. I can get lost for hours (seriously) studying the unique character of each grain, the richness of the shadows, the fall off into pure white, the DNA of that moment frozen in time. If you ever see a weirdo at a gallery standing with his nose pressed up against a photo, dribbling out of the corners of his mouth that's probably me. Stay away, as ive been known to react violently when disturbed from this state. Ask the guy walking around with no nose.
With this job I was pretty much given free reign and I have to say I was very satisfied with the results for both the colour and BW shots. Working with an art director (BIG UP 2 Josh@mathematics) was also a massive bonus as we constantly bounced ideas off each other and made bad jokes. At the end of the shoot I even had enough left in the kitty to have some hand prints done and experiment with the lith print technique. I didn't get my hands dirty of course, but I was privileged enough to be able to sit in the darkroom as my printer developed the shots (BIGUP 2 Chris@Blanco Negro), the results which you can see up here or on Mrs Walters mantelpiece. I know Its pretty hard to get lost in a 72dpi digital reproduction of a hand print, but if you squint a little, stick a bottle of KODAK D76 developer under your nose and sniff hard you might get close or you could just try shooting on FILM yourself. Go on, I dare ya!
I feel as though Ive kind of missed the Matt Walters boat as he just finished a residency in Sydney, but hey Iam going to talk him up anyway as I get the feeling this kids going to be around for a long while to come. Music aside, any person that can sit in a car with me for two days and not play shit music on their Ipod deserves a mention. Not to mention the fact that he turned me on to Bon Iver, and he is a gentleman, and he is always impeccably turned out. NO STYLISTS needed here, let me tell you people! As far as the music is concerned, Ill let you decide for yourselves, but let me say one last thing, the man has taste and thats all you need to know.
http://www.myspace.com/mattwaltersmusic
over and out
ak
30.6.09
NEW BAND: MADE IN JAPAN. NEW PHOTO BY ME. I was going to drop this last Friday but some famous dude decided to pop his clogs and the internet said fuck this for a joke I am going on a holiday...These fellas approached me recently to shoot some promo shots, one thing led to another and there is a music vid now in the works. I don't really like to analyse music too much but these kids have got a nice balance between light and dark, fast and slow, pop and something fresh and original. Keep an eye out for some new choons from these guys later in the year, and in the mean time check out their myspace and get down to one of their gigs. http://www.myspace.com/japanmade hang ten ak 29.6.09 |  |
Even though the coroner has confirmed reports, iam still holding out for counter reports stating its all an elaborate hoax. As the crowds and helicopters gather around the hospital waiting for the press conference MJ will burst forth from the front doors of the hospital in a cloud of smoke and glitter and bust out the baddest BAD arse moonwalk the world has ever seen. A whole new dance move he has been working on for the last ten years, like some insane levitating upside down david copperfield shit!
If he is truly dead, I just want to say a MASSIVE thank you to MJ for being my gateway drug into the world of music. THRILLER was the first LP I ever purchased as a little tacker and it became the musical equivalent of that first ever hit from the bong that blew my mind and changed my life forever. THRILLER paved the wave for a life defining musical journey that is still continuing to this day...
LOVE YOU MIKE, like the big brother I never had. Like the one that takes you out and gets you drunk and introduces you to all kinds of cool music and other shit...
This is how I will always remember MJ, check out SMOOTH CRIMINAL one more time in its full 9 minute glory
HEE HEE! OWW
26.6.09
I thought Id get this one in before the actual event which is tomorrow (26th June): KODE 9, producer,artist,dj, philosopher, label boss of HYPERDUB records UK etc will be speaking tomorrow night at CDR sessions. The flyer is attached below and this is a link to the facebook event page http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=89651168110&ref=ts
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Now that I've got a taste for this blogging business, I want to be a dedicated full time professional blogger, sitting on my arse all day, talking shite with my hoards of followers hanging off my every word and getting paid. After all, I do have the chops to become a pro blogger:
1.likes the sound of his own voice-CHECK
2.believes that he is witty and interesting when he is clearly not-CHECK
3.Is a sad and lonely git who has nothing else to do with his time-CHECK
Then again I am a very impressionable lad, and I still spend hours daydreaming about careers I could have tried, meth lab operator one day, superstar DJ the next. A few other dream careers on my list are a sushi chef, a fully trained ninja, a sommelier, Liam Gallaghers tambourine (NOT because I like getting spanked), a bard, a pro footballer, and Angus Young. When Angus does step down I think I would fill his shoes admirably, as a matter of fact I think ACDC should do that with all their band members and just ROCK ON into eternity. They managed to replace Bon with Brian, so why not just retire one at a time and pass the baton on to a trainee apprentice rock god ? Hows that for a new reality TV concept ? They could call it ACDC FOREVER ©
I think a slightly more realistic option would be co-co-lead singer of the MELVINS. All I need is just a few seconds with Buzzo and Iam sure I can talk him around, he looks line a nice chap dont you think??? (see photo). On those days I am feeling alot smarter than what I actually am (not that often) I contemplate chucking in the photography game and studying to be a lawyer. Nothing to do with serving justice and all that nonsense, just the look of pride on my poor suffering parents face would be more than enough to outweigh my job dissatisfaction for about 6 days, there and thereabouts.
enough already
ak
24.6.09
If you havent come across BREAKING BAD by now, then your just one of those shiny happy people that has a real life, but I dont envy you anymore thanks to these two nutters! I have already lost a large chunk of this year watching 60 episodes of the WIRE, and it looks like ill be spending what little is left watching BREAKING BAD... Other stuff iam overdosing on at the moment: The Complete Works of Haneke Conspirators of Pleasure - Jan Svankmajer Burial - both albums, back to back, random order whatever whenever Fever Ray - Fever Ray Richard Hawley - Coles Corner Goldmund - Malady of Elegance Red Riders - Drown In Colour Mad Men more than enough to get me through the cold winter months, I think ? feel free to send through any films, music, books, other stuff you think i would be into. Would love to hear from you nice one ak 24.6.09 |  |
Some fella called WC Fields once said "never work with Children and Animals" I say BALLS to you Willy, you havent worked with a couple of well behaved beagles. Animals were the theme for much of the day on this shoot, with a couple of sultry persian cats dropping in for a few shots, and a horse made of wood, kind of a like the trojan variety, but with room to fit only half a greek soldier. Anyhow the fella posing with the pets is none other than Steve Smyth and he makes my list of top three musicians or bands that should have a manager but don't: BANDS/MUSOS THAT DONT HAVE A MANAGER BUT SHOULD (in no particular order) Steve Smyth Lauren Horton Canvas Kites If i had any sort of managerial nous i'd be all over these acts like a sloppy kiss after 7 shots of tequila don't say I didn't warn ya Angelo 23.6.09 |  |
Pink Floyd once sung the immortal lines " Is there anybody out there?". I often wonder this myself when I am frittering my time away on any number of social networking sites, sending mail out updates to clients, and generally using the internet as a means of communication. Sometimes I think it's all a bit of a lottery and my attempts fall on deaf ears, but occasionally I receive words of encouragement from a complete stranger, a thank you from a client, a witty retort from a facebook friend, or I discover some new band on myspace and the virtual life is worth living again. I have often contemplated virtual suicide but have been unable to follow through. A grotto on a hillside and a bag of pumpkins seeds is a very attractive prospect some days. Being tied to a computer can be a bit of a drag, that's why I like to take a break from the screen, stretch my limbs, catch up with friends, go to a gig, read a book, and ah yer take a photo or two. I am not sure where this is heading but I think I am doing a very bad job of trying to trying to convince myself that this blog is really worth writing???
Blogs can run the whole gamut from being intelligent, informative, inspiring, humorous to mundane, indulgent, malicious, and utter shite. I am going to try and steer well clear of the utter shite end, and try and provide you with something that is informative, with the pretense of being intelligent. Be warned I might make the occasional attempt at awkward humor so just humor me. I think I have the indulgent part covered too, as there will be no means of commenting or critiquing my blog, but feel free to send me an email and I will apply accordingly. Just make sure you remember your manners and if you cant be nice then at least be funny.
I am secretly hoping this blog will take the shape of a
"making of documentary", kind of like a special features for my photos
and vids, with interviews, out takes etc but the best laid plans always go arse over tit over fanny or whatever your using these days.
So it would be great if you guys dropped in occasionally and read my ramblings, just to make sure I dont look like a raving lunatic standing on some virtual street corner, virtually talking to himself...
whatever angelo
Angelo
22.6.09