Category Archives: Writing

The House That Love Lost, or The Birdhouse, is one of my most iconic images. It’s an image that seems to speak volumes without saying a word, but whilst the photograph needs no explanation there is a beautifully sad story behind the house itself that I’d like to share. It was bought in the 1980’s by a farmer local to the Wairarapa region in New Zealand and moved to the land it stands on now. It was to be a renovation project with his new bride, moved in a few sections from the country town nearby. The house would have looked magnificent up on the hilltop, overlooking the grazing land and foothills, but before any work could be done their relationship broke down and he was left with the half built house, and possibly a broken heart. The house still stands, on a cleared section of land just off the road…

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First published in The Photographer’s Mail, February 2014 I love a good road trip, it’s part of who I am. I put it down to growing up in Australia where every holiday began with at least an 8 hour drive. Squashed in our Ford Falcon Stationwagon for what seemed like days, watching the world come towards me with such intent that it was hypnotic. I was the youngest of three so I never got a window seat, just wedged in the middle with the wide wide windscreen wrapping around and consuming me. Mum always said it was the best seat in the house, but I dreamed of being big enough to sit by the window where the world flew by with such speed that I was always left wanting more, always wishing I could pause for a minute to enjoy the details of the front yards and side roads. When…

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First published in The Photographer’s Mail, December 2013 When I first started making the move to Hollywood, people would often ask me if it was a good idea, wouldn’t I be competing against all the other photographers in town? My initial thought was yes, but after weighing up all the information I figured that in a city with almost 10 million people (that’s more than double New Zealand) there had to be a load more opportunities as well. More people equals more products to sell equals more photography, surely. I was right of course, I wouldn’t be putting it in print if I wasn’t! The huge number of projects happening at any one time here is staggering, from small commercial shoots to large feature films, this city has it all and it’s all going on all the time. In the 12 months I’ve been here I’ve had the good fortune…

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First published in The Photographer’s Mail, October 2013 Starting up afresh in a new country was never going to be easy. I knew that from the outset but I also was prepared to take my time and not expect anything amazing to happen straight away. Before moving to Los Angeles in December 2012 I had been quite hectic with my business, and the act of packing two people’s lives into a 3×1 metre storage locker the night before I flew out took it’s toll. I pretty much slept until Christmas and in between the sleeping I ate. Badly. The food in America is amazing in it’s awfulness, the perfect mix of addictive and deadly that makes it sooo hard to quit! You can eat healthy here but it just takes more effort, and I’m here to experience the American way (for a time) so donuts, tacos, burgers and pizza it…

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First published in The Photographer’s Mail, July 2013 Moving to another country is never an easy task, there’s so many things to take in to consideration, and deciding what to take is one of the more important ones. Clothing and personal items aside, choosing which of my gear and hardware to pack when moving to the United States was hard for a few reasons. Not having a US Visa meant that I didn’t really know how long I was going to be there for and so did I want to take everything I owned just for a three month trip? I could always rent equipment once got there but that can get costly, and I’ve already paid for my kit so why shell out again? The obvious answer was compromise. I was allowed two 23kg bags in my plane ticket and one of those was going to be clothes. The…

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First published in The Photographer’s Mail, May 2013 I’d never had a huge love of the United States but after a short trip to New York to visit a friend a few years ago I really fell in love with the place. It’s just like in the movies, unnervingly so! Americans are loud people, it’s true, but when you see them in captivity (in their homeland) they don’t seem so bad. Actually they’re downright nice, polite and happy to help. Just don’t sneeze in an elevator or you’re likely to get blessed from all corners! Moving to Los Angeles was certainly not on the life plan for me, I was happily building up my career and business in Wellington. It came about when my girlfriend JL won the USA Diversity Lottery and gained a Greencard. Whilst many people would have seen blinking ads for the lottery on random websites and…

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Everything will work out in the end...

Ok, so I have to admit I’m growing older. Finally. It’s been coming for a while now but it’s the last few signs that really put it in perspective for me. Here’s a list of things that tell me I’m older: Started putting my seat-belt on AFTER I’ve started driving Developed a taste for black coffee Stopped using the indicator in the car (Screw ’em, they’ll work it out, and besides I’m not committing to this lane just yet youngster!) Become addicted to Sparkling Mineral Water (just bought a Sodastream knock off) Buying knock offs Listening exclusively to news radio stations (although that could just be the over saturation of classic rock here in LA) I have a comb-over haircut (it’s a fine line between hipster and hip replacement) I’m taking my own food to restaurants I’m sure there’s more but I have to go get angry about the rubbish…

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Never have I felt such an attraction to a place that I fear so much.

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New York from the Train

I love travelling by train. The view shuttering past is the ultimate single take dolly shot, better than any movie. Real and gritty.

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