Islington- old street crossing

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Taylor Swift smashing it

Many symbolic.


Vermibus, moniker art fair

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Jack Teagle, moniker art fair

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More fashion week photography


Jonathan Saunders
Emilio de Morena

for Interview magazine. HERE:


Topshop Unique

My photographs for Interview Magazine of the SS15 LFW show:


And being 'liked' on Interview's Instagram:

David Koma LFW

Central Saint Martin's graduate David Koma's SS15 LFW show in the BFC Somerset House courtyard, I was just backstage:


Christopher Kane LFW

Interview Magazine have put up my photos from London Fashion Week - see Christopher Kane here:


and my photo on their Instagram being 'liked':


Ashish SS15 at London Fashion Week



German scientists prove there is life after death

"Most common memories include a feeling of detachment from the body, feelings of levitation, total serenity, security, warmth, the experience of absolute dissolution, and the presence of an overwhelming light."



Palmer // Harding

Day #3 of London Fashion Week - Palmer // Harding, a new design duo who held their show in Chapel Undercroft, a gorgeous low-arched space within Lincoln's Inn. Photos for WEARECOLLISION:


Ashley Isham at London Fashion Week S/S15

Again for WEARECOLLISION, my photos of the Ashley Isham show held at Freemason's Hall, Holborn:




Interview Magazine | Discovery- Chris Geere

My photos of British actor Chris Geere, currently appearing in the U.S. show on FX 'You're The Worst'. We went up and down Albert Bridge in London for these shots:



Undress Me - Tatia Pllieva

Where 20 complete strangers are asked to undress each other and get into bed. The follow-up to 'First Kiss'.


Double trouble with Londoner's Diary

My photo of Poppy Chancellor - collage & paper artist, and daughter of the actress Mary Chancellor (seen with in photo) - at her first solo exhibition at Celestine Eleven in Shoreditch, appeared today in the Londoner's Diary, along with a great piece written by Jess from Evening Standard (http://everything-is-copy.com/).


Also that night was Ping Pong Fight Club, also in Shoreditch (!), where tech companies from around the area competed head-to-head, supplied with pizza, beer and DJs.
My photos are online here:



Facebook word frequencies

Wolfram Alpha analysed my personal facebook data:

see  (13)  |  hope  (11)  |  new  (8)  |  coffee  (7)  |  evening  (7)  |  interview  (7)  |  photography  (7)  |  sorry  (7)  |  xxx  (7)  |  going  (6)  |  happy  (6)  |  looking  (6)  |  magazine  (6)  |  really  (6)  |  thank  (6)  |  today  (6)  |  best  (5)  |  come  (5)  |  day  (5)  |  london  (5)  |  ...\n(excluding "a", "he", "for", etc.)\n(based on data from 156 wall posts)



The Bull (being brewed) beer tap cowl I designed

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Template for every celebrity interview you've ever read

Beauty, brains and Braun

An Actress bounds into the East London photographic studio, slightly out-of-breath, fizzing with the energy of Silvio Berlusconi on Horny Goat Weed at an 18-year-old’s swim party. “I just gave a homeless man outside a 20 pound note, and now I’m worrying he’d have rather had it in two tens,” she says, huge eyes widening in a luminously fresh face, as she puts down her vintage handbag and leather-bound copy of Anna Karenina (“I’m obsessed with Tolstoy, it’s a weakness, I need to widen my contemporary reading”) in a flurry of activity that lights up the room and makes all heads turn. “Oh, no. I hope he’s OK,” she says, fretting extravagantly over this act of incredibly charming philanthropic spontaneity I’m choosing to include here for colour but that she obviously had no idea could end up in the article.
The issue of the Handily Timed Tramp is resolved when a menial is despatched to offer him change and to pick up her favourite snack, Minstrels. An actress who eats?! I ask, incredulous, as she unselfconsciously shovels in great handfuls while having her hair and make-up done. “Oh, I eat like a pig, I love cooking for my boyfriend,” she says, adjusting her navy wool crepe Jil Sander dress over her tiny size six frame, which she maintains by consuming shitloads of food and walking to appointments. “I’m really boring, I don’t like all those red carpet events, I love staying in and putting on pyjamas and making a massive casserole for my friends. I’m such a down-to-earth, homely, generous goof! This is so embarrassing to admit.”
So, I say, once she’s finished showing pictures of her dogs on her phone to everyone because she’s completely unstarry and prepared to talk about herself to unimportant people, was it a difficult decision to choose to play Eva Braun, as she’s a controversial figure? She suddenly looks serious. “Obviously people have their views on what she did but really I just approached her as a character, as a story. You know, before anything else she was just a woman, in love with a man, trying to make a life for herself in Nazi Germany.” Did she do much research? “I avoided reading anything about her because I didn’t want my performance to be affected by other peoples’ opinions. You know, I wanted to get to the emotional truth. That’s your job, as an actor.”
While I’m being admitted to her intellectual salon and everything I thought I knew is being turned on its head, I have to ask, because the answer will help all of us, would she consider herself a feminist? “Uhm,” she says, with the pause of someone who chooses their words very carefully, perfect brow creasing. “I’m not… part of a cause or a movement or anything. I’m just a person. So I’d say I’m definitely female. But I’m not a ‘feminist’ as such because I’m too independent-minded to be part of something. You know?”
She finishes all her ideas with “you know?” The phrase contains a note of yearning, to find and make connections, and it strikes me she’s desperate to be understood, but she has learned to wear the struggle lightly. Yet she effortlessly metamorphises from Thinker to Model once she’s dressed in a retro ironic bikini and ironic heels for the ’50s-themed photo-shoot that sends up the notion of a ‘pin-up’, pulling faces where she pretends to double-take at the sight of her own tits while talking on a Bakelite telephone. Yet even in vintage costume she’s absolutely modern, in control of her image, of how she wants to be seen – when she vetoes some iced bun props on the basis that “It’s a bit slutty Calendar Girls” everyone on-set who doesn’t want to be fired instantly agrees she is right.
As she stands patiently while wardrobe people fuss with the ironic see-through baby doll negligee for the next slyly subversive picture, she explains how she hopes her role as Braun will see her considered for more serious parts. “Casting agents, they do tend to think, she looks a certain way, that’s all she can do. But things are changing. Look at Judi Dench. I’d like a career like hers. Old women are so inspiring.”
Now Hollywood is calling, it says here in the publicity material I was given. Can she see herself in blockbusters? “God, that’d be so weird!” she laughs, revealing perfect teeth. “I’m not sure I’d want to be, you know, Meryl Streep famous because then your life’s not your own. I’m going back next week for the endless slog of auditions but I don’t want it that much. They judge you on how you look and how well you can act, it’s very pressuring. When you get rejected a lot you start to realise it’s a very fake existence. And I’d miss my dogs!”
And with that, she’s gone, in a gust of her signature scent. (“You like it?” her eyes light up. “It’s bespoke! They mix it for you at this amazing atelier in the Loire Valley. I’ll send you their details.” True to form her PA mails me a day later, and I discover it costs more than the Moon. Only someone unmaterialistic could assume a journalist’s salary could cover it. I get a glimpse of what it’s like to live like her, whimsically, in the moment, seeing so few limitations).
But what IS her life? It’s simple, crazy and complicated, veering from casseroles to film premieres and Tolstoy and a pair of Basset Hounds called Pearl and Dean, and yet she takes all the madness in her faux-python Stella McCartney slingback-shod stride. It’s only after she’s left, in a moment of aching symbolism that poignantly encapsulates this entire encounter, I notice she’s left me most of her bag of Minstrels. A gesture of such heartbreaking kindness that I might die wanking.
Text © Mhairi McFarlane, 2012


Misc. my photography

Didn't belong in any category on my new website:

(top: bird skeleton in coal chute, bottom: tins of something)


Clever advert for Classical Music Concert

Belgium's B-Classic music festival, whose mission is to "give classical music the same recognition as pop and rock music," brings us a rather interesting sensory collision in the form of the music video below, promoting its "Classic Comeback" competition. Korean pop-dance group Waveya interprets the godfather of Slavonik dance music (and Brahm's brosef) Antonín Leopold Dvořák in the three-minute synchronized bump-'n'-grind-gyration-twerk-fest set to "Symphony No. 9 Allegro con fuoco." The video, shot by Raf Reyntjens in South Korea, is cleverly edited and choreographed, albeit shameless in its attempts at drawing in a younger demographic. See, the organizers of the festival believe "the kids" simply need more access to classical music.

(via Adweek)

Design Museum awards

Escuyer, belgian underwear brand, identity.
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Tony Ray Jones + Martin Parr

Ray Jones' meticulous research on 'englishness'.
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London Fashion Week AW14 Photography

Interview have started putting up my work (went to 9 fashion shows..) on the fashion section of their site:


Life Drawing

I have been to now my second session of life drawing held at Heatherley's art school on Lots Road, London. Here's a pic.


Life advice from Calvin and Hobbes creator

This is a speech by Bill Watterson, made in at Kenyon College, Gambier, Ohio - turned into a cartoon strip in his style (he created Calvin and Hobbes - see 1st img) by Gavin Aung, who runs the blog http://zenpencils.com/


Commercial work re-cap

As I'm working on my new website at the moment, I realise there's nowhere I can show evidence of my published commercial photography, namely, the work I did helping the think-tank BritainThinks, who were running the consumer engagement plan for Smart Meters. I travelled to focus-group sessions in London, Edinburgh and Cardiff and captured the meetings in full swing.
They've added my photos to their Consumer Engagement Plan document found here on pages 2 - 6:


And in the think-tank's own report here:




2013, a year in Sexism

Very well put together by the Guardian, http://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/womens-blog/2013/dec/20/2013-year-in-sexism

including a report on UKIPs largest donor, Demetri Marchessini, on how women are just.. getting it all wrong!


"Walk along any street and you see women using trousers like a uniform every single day. This is hostile behaviour. They are deliberately dressing in a way that is opposite to what men would like. It is behaviour that flies against common sense, and also flies against the normal human desire to please."

Marchessini said women should not wear trousers because they are meant for men's bodies. He said: "The interesting thing about this phenomenon is that, because women cannot see themselves from the rear, the vast majority of women are unaware that trousers are very unflattering to them. Trousers are made for men's bodies, which are mostly straight up and down. "Women's bodies on the other hand consists of curves. Women have big bottoms – they are meant to have big bottoms. Countless women who would look lovely in dresses or skirts are embarrassingly unattractive in trousers."