Black & White Vol. 118

So it turns out that acting class is like reaching behind the curtains right into the safe storage box of your personality and yanking out the person who is hiding there, kicking and screaming.

That and I've been shooting some film. I feel like either putting it down or shooting colour for a bit. I feel starved of colour.

Hi.

Morning ritual.

All hail the glory of the Apple Store.

If there’s a metaphor here, I haven’t figured it out.

Everyone, use your phones… now!

How to mess up a silhouette.

Riverside express lane.

Riverside street photography with Dash.

dexus?

Uhhhh.. chugga chugga chugga

Oh, so there is a light at the end of the tunnel?

A metaphor for life?

Untitled building stuff shot.

Mister fancy pants on the right.

Feeling a bit like a student lately.

Nice suit.

Phones… phones everywhere.

A better exposure of the space lounge at work.

Newstead.

Too many Tonka toys to handle.

Tri-X and stuff in the frame.

The Valley.

Love those Tri-X halos.

Model trains.

Another metaphor. Any ideas?

Do you play any Metallica?

All hail the Gold.

Broncos game.

Triangles and light and stuff.

Untitled.

Meep. Meep.

Haunted house?

True.

Light speed.

How a drunk person feels.

Sweet bike.

Too much news, not enough time.

Bokeh and coffee.

Hi little dude.

Harrow 199[4].

One man’s trash.

You’ve got mail.

Makin’ stuff.

Tonka Toys, Season 34.

Untitled.

Simon workin’ the scene.

45.

Yes. Please.

I could help but… nah.

Untitled street set.

Civilisation is messy, isn’t it.

Untitled.

Those red lantern thingies.

Brisbane at dusk.

Popular place.

Victoria Bridge.

Getcha motor runnin’…

POV.

Whatup.

Fully sick, mate.

Where’s the kid?