I’m a photographer in so much as I have a camera and people are lucky enough to let me take photos of them and I often get something in return for my work. For my money, that’s the definition of success as a photographer.
That said, 2015 brought me a bit more than I had before: it let me shoot a music festival and tour for the first time ever. I literally got to use a hobby that’s become a ferociously burning passion to travel the country. That’s ludicrous. And so awesome I don’t even have the words.
So here’s a selection of some of my favorite photographs I’ve taken this year a little bit about them, for photo geeks and non-geeks alike.
I’d also like to take this time to thank everyone who’s supported me in anyway, or given me any opportunity, to take photographs in 2015. You’ve been instrumental in what I’m calling “my success.” If you’d like to help me do the same in the coming year I’ll probably buy you a drink or something.
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International Women’s Day is a good thing I think. It’d be nice to have such total gender equality that nobody felt the need to dedicate entire days to co-ordinate celebrations and raise awareness of inspirational people but such a day hardly seems like its on the horizon so…
Also, stay clam meninist bros! International men’s day is Thursday November 19th. That saves you trying to make your redundant point by asking rhetorical questions on Twitter. Knowledge is power. You should go get some.
I’ve never shot a band this big. By which I mean I’ve never shot a band with this many people in it. I’ve also rarely shot gigs this good-natured.
Typically the kind of shows I shot are intense, energetic, cathartic, aggressive occasionally violent and all sorts of other powerful words. Which isn’t to say that they aren’t fun, but they don’t bring the sort of warmth that Fat Suit bring to the stage. Collective is an often misused word in these early stages of the 21st century, but Fat Suit do genuinely seem like a collective of like-minded musicians who just love to play without a message or an agenda. Regardless as to what the Telegraph might have you believe.
Also they have their own string quartet. If that isn’t legitimately bad ass than I don’t know what is.