Thursday, 20 November 2014


"Winter is on my head,

but eternal spring is in my heart."

- Victor Hugo

Photoraphy:  Marie Hochhaus for Elise Hameau

Tuesday, 11 November 2014


Some low-light snaps 

from Father's Day weekend gone by.

Friends round for roast lamb

followed by pavlova, a walk around the bay

 and a glass of port.

Darkness descends so early now,

it's not even five, as I write this,

but it looks like the midnight hour.

Hands busy with things I love to do,

taking the edge off any season,

but there's definitely a subdued quality

to these days and weeks. 

Last week I took a friend to the studio

- now there's a form of light therapy

that ignites with plenty of energy. 

Two hours of pure fun, 

and a pleasure to focus 

on someone you love so much

in all her charisma and 

total lack of feeling self-conscious. 

That's one quality of photography

that fills me with a buzz

- the privilege of people.


Thursday, 6 November 2014

Le Marché St. George

Loving the tender & light-filled delights

 sweet suppers & Sunday dinners 

with family & friends

written all over.


Monday, 3 November 2014

We need the tonic of wildness...

I've been taking deeper breaths

between two bigger jobs.

Found my way to a pond,

where lily pads now lay heavy

under an ample sprinkling of pine needles. 

Wandering around 

in my favourite pair of grey woolly socks,

allowing my mind 

 to drift wherever it may wish. 

Olen ottanut syviä henkäyksiä

kahden isomman rupeaman välissä.

Löytänyt tien lammelle,

jossa lumpeenlehdet olivat

männynneulasten kuormasta painuksissa.

Haahuillut villasukissa

ja antanut ajatusten harhailla

 ihan minne haluavat.

Sunday, 2 November 2014

Sunday House Tour

Today the rain is beating on the windows

and the day's begun with a good amount of coffee

and getting totally inspired 

by Malin Persson's home 

These images came via The Way We Play,

and you'll find plenty more there.

A sweet Sunday everyone!


Saturday, 1 November 2014

1st of November

First of November knocked on the door gently,

leaving a tender reflection on the bedroom door. 

A long walk in an area of abandoned houses,

the cold air bestowing  rose-kissed cheeks

and turning fingers and toes cold to the bone.

I do love the notion of November,

slowly stripping the trees and the landscape

to their bare bones,

beckoning with its greys and silence. 

Marraskuu kolkutti ovelle hellästi

jättäen  häilyvän heijastuksen makuuhuoneen oveen. 

Pitkä ja rauhaisa kävelylenkki

ränsistyneiden huviloiden keskuudessa.

Kylmyys punasi posket

ja jäi jäytämään sormiin ja varpaisiin. 

Marraskuussa on jotain erityisen kiehtovaa.

Riisuu puut ja maiseman alastomiksi,

ottaa harmaassa hiljaisuudessaan haltuunsa. 

Friday, 31 October 2014


"I've often envied those who photograph life. 
I avoid it. I start from nothing. 
I make up a story, which I leave untold. 
I imagine  a situation, which doesn't exist. 
I wipe out the space to invent another. 
I shift the light. I rend everything unreal. 
And then I try. 
I watch out for what I didn't expect. 
I wait to see what I can't remember. 
I undo what I put together. 
I hope for hazard. 
But more than anything, 
I long to be struck as I shoot."

"Then, all of a sudden, but not always, 
something changes. 
I can’t say why. 
Maybe I’m just in the right place, 
at the right time. 
Or maybe I believe in it. 
However, for a split second, 
I see a sparkle of beauty passing by, 
or is it simply the difference, or the surprise. 
However, everything goes so quickly now 
within that stillness, 
and I’m carried away. 
And at last I like what I see. 
And I can’t stop finding it, 
then losing it. 
And all day long I'll keep on, 
because it once existed.”

"I only travel in Paris. 
Hotel rooms, deserted cafés, 
broken trains, rented cars, 
abandoned stations and private gardens 
are my landscape. 
By choice maybe, 
but mainly for convenience. 
After all, there's no need for wide open spaces 
or exotic countries,  
as you'd have to crop it anyway, 
it's not the subject."

"The story is not to disturb, 
not to be disturbed, 
keep options open, 
make winter in summer, sun in December, 
and night at noon.
It's all about looks and charm and futility.
It doesn't mix with everything,
we're not there for reality.
It's all made up,
pure fiction,
sweet reverie eventually."

"On my contact sheets, 
I recognise, second by second, 
the fear, the burden, the labour, the absurdity. 
But sometimes a photograph is what they call 
an added value, 
a photo for me, a real photo, 
that instant of grace 
that I  nearly missed, 
and that might never happen again."

All photographs via Gallois Montbrun & Fabiani

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