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.
In the end I thought I could stay at home or go out and see what I can do. Thankfully all the photographers were inside. It was overcast and I found a grey wall to shoot against. Within a minute of getting my camera out I was asking people if I could photograph them. 3 hours later I had taken 96 portraits and needed to go somewhere warm. I had SO much fun. I had good light, then great light, then good light. I had awesome chats with people about manga, comics, and lots of geeky things. I learnt about new anime. I was sad to not see anyone in a Starfleet uniform. Ah I had loads of fun. There’s some highlights in this weeks vlog.
So. Much. Fun.
I worry way too much about whether I’m doing good work. Whether I’m on the “right” path. Frack it. I just need to worry about having fun, paying bills, and having more fun.
Highlights below and a full series can be seen on my portfolio.
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.
Then there’s the Red Light District. That place is just unreal. You’ve got tourists there like its Venice but with women shaking their wobbly bits and then banging on the window like some trapped mime when they see a camera. We stumbled into a sort of Thai massage street one Sunday looking for the cat rescue boat, de Pozen Boat. It was Sunday day time and we thought we were a few canals over from the Red Light District. Suddenly a large angry woman in her underwear is shouting at me for taking photos of buildings. Looking around we noticed lots of red curtained windows. Where the fudge where we?! Man, it was crazy town banana pants. Kids were walking by with their parents because it was a lovely Sunday morning. What is going on!?
Honestly, Amsterdam was huge fun because it was bonkers.