Night in Shoreditch

I’m just back from a week in London and Paris, and will post on some of my observations there. The above picture was taken in Shoreditch, an area just north of the City and Liverpool Street Station, which is a popular clubbing area and blends into the even more self-consciously hip district around Brick Lane. Strolling back to my hotel from an evening shoot, I passed “the rat” (or the ferret, or the squirrel) where Old Street turns into Great Eastern Street. I think he’s a fairly recent addition, since the building’s facade looks very different in Google Street View.


I’ve been diving into my archives on an episodic basis recently, just to see what I surface with. This is a shot from a nighttime wander through downtown Toronto in February 2016. It’s probably just a workbench under those sheets. Probably.

The shore

By Lake Ontario, early March. As I edited it, this image took on a primeval feeling for me, conjuring up millennia of human interactions with the great waters of the world.

Canadian natural paradise

This is the view from my apartment window on a winter’s day. As I described it in an Instagram post, it’s situated somewhere between Mordor and the opening sequence from Blade Runner – and yet I absolutely love it. I’ve always been attracted to industrial scenery, and have come to distrust – for some part-aesthetic and part-psychological reason – beautiful, tree-lined, human-scale neighbourhoods. I should write more on this, come to think of it.


I rented a space in midtown Manhattan this week for a model test with Meghan Nelligan from Boston. It was the first time I’ve formally secured a location for a shoot – traditionally preferring to photograph while walking and exploring – and given the results I got, I think I’ll do it again.


Last fall I shot a few images of a bridal store in Roanoke, Virginia, before dawn. I love the feelings of stillness and waiting they evoke in me.

Giovanni Boldini

Giovanni Boldini, where have you BEEN all my life? I just ran across this portraitist’s work for the first time an hour ago, and I’m amazed at the vigour, liveliness, and confident-woman sexiness he infused his female subjects with. This particular portrait is of French actress Marthe de Florian, Boldini’s former muse. Painted in 1888, it was never exhibited and only re-discovered in 2010.


I was walking alongside Lake Ontario this evening with my youngest daughter as the light slowly dimmed and the lake calmed. The slate surface of the water lying almost inert beneath an indifferent grey sky seemed to form a kind of quiet partnership.

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