I always like photographing the Pride parade. It’s so full of life, energy and quite simply its great to see every type of person dance around the city because they’re proud of who they are. It’s infectious.
The first Liverpool Comic Con naturally appealed to me. I’ve been to a few before. London in err… 2007? Toronto in 2006. I took photos. I took bad photos. Jaunty angle boring photos, which got huge traffic at the time. So I was tempted to visit the Liverpool Comic Con but I was concerned it would be overflowing with people like me from 2006. I realise that I need to find my own unique voice and angle, so the thought of hanging out with lots of other photographers all fighting for the same photo at an event like this really isn’t appealing. I’m sure you’re all beautiful snowflakes but there’s no point in everyone shooting over each other shoulders for the same photo.
I saw this cool looking record shop in Amsterdam. Upon poking my head in I met this guy. It was like walking back into Liverpool. Cool place.
So this year we visited Amsterdam. I loved it. Every single day we some something bat poop crazy. As an industry standard British man it was kinda eye opening how casual the place was. Sex shops presented their wares like having a pneumatic dildo window display wasn’t insanely insane.
We saw a man walking round dressed in baby gear at 4pm on a Monday. I don’t have the foggiest idea why. Kids were body boarding in the canals being dragged by a boat. People transported anything they could get their hands on via bike. Planks of wood? Sure why not. I saw a man having an early morning Saturday rave in his living room in front of everyone passing by.
Morning Gloryville is an event that takes place on the first Wednesday of the month at Constellations in Liverpool. It’s basically a morning rave from 6:30am till about 10am. A morning rave. Crazy. Constellations is right next to a school so when some kids are wandering into school going “Ugh its too early.” there are people bouncing out of a rave filled with more energy than your average star. It’s a great contrast.
I was too young for raving as it developed in the early 90s. I do remember my cousins talking about places like the Paradox. I didn’t get it. I was perfectly content playing Elite 2: Frontier and Street Fighter 2 on my Amiga. I missed out on raving the night away and photographing it all.
I’ve documented the Remembrance Service for many years. This year it was cold, wet and windy on New Brighton promenade. I wasn’t sure how many people would come out in such conditions but it was a busy service. People were here to pay respects for lives lost.
I saw a dog in the corner of my eye. His owner gave him a pat on the back and a smile. I looked around and saw another man sheltering his dog from the wind. The poor thing was shivering. Beyond that I saw people talking, shaking hands and doing the unexpected. Smiling. People were smiling on this cold, wet, windy November day at the Remembrance Service. It’s not an aspect you ever see on the TV or in the paper, not that I’ve seen anyway. It’s a somber event to pay respects and yet people were smiling.
Amsterdam has an interesting range of architecture. The older traditional looks the way it does for a variety of reasons. Houses are thin and tall because of cost. If you had a wide house you were quite rich to afford the land. So most are thin and tall. The buildings lean over the street a little. That’s not a structural issue it’s a design choice. It helps with the cranes on the top of each building and lifting goods in. They have to do this because houses are thin and tall and the stair cases are useless for pivoting a couch around. Pivot! PIVOT!