Darren

I stayed round Darren's gaff last weekend when I went to London. Here are some pictures.

The light in the kitchen in the morning was awesome. It was coming in indirectly through a window on the right, and bouncing back on the left off some white tiles, wrapping round his face nicely. Then the back wall was lit through a glass door, giving a nice separation effect. Unfortunately Darren was eating a load of toast as if his life depended on it, so this is the shot I got. I bet this kind of thing happens to Annie Liebowitz all the time.

In the kitchen again. You can recreate this effect at home by stuffing a flash in a mug of tea, or by waiting for the sun to backlight the steam.

Darren plays guitar like Tiger Woods plays golf. With a club, har har. Anyway, here are some photos with an off camera flash. Not much to say, really.





Clay has rather selfishly taken his digital SLR back. This means that I have to wait 4 months to finish a film and process it, so you'll be damn lucky to see anything on this blog in a hurry. In the meantime, go and read Pertinax.