Berlin In One Point Perspective

These photos document some of my time in Berlin. If you squint it’ll be just like you were in Berlin with me, peering over my shoulder as I snapped some strictly-one-point-perspective last Christmas. Chronological order, and I tried to leave them alone in Lightroom as much as my compulsively editing self would allow.

These were taken on my Canon 6d with either the Canon 40mm f2.8 or an old Yashica 50mm f1.9 with an m42 screw mount and cheap ebay adaptor.

 

 

Because wordpress is possibly the worst blog in existence for photography (and the main reason I don’t post on here anymore) you’ve got a choice of either scrolling through the gallery above or scrolling down to see the photos. I think if you click on the gallery above they may be slightly better resolution, but the viewing experience is pretty crap. Actually, it’s pretty crappy either way. Nevertheless, here they are. Enjoy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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D’Angelo in Paris. Last minute tickets, worth every penny.

D’Angelo played in Paris tonight. Secured a last-minute ticket an hour before the gig! God damn it, he laid the funk down so thick I actually cried a bit. I haven’t been to a concert this good in a very long time. He was James Brown, Prince and Tina Turner, he was Marvin Gaye and above all he was himself. Really witnessed the definition of a selfless performer tonight.

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A murmuration of starlings – Harderwijk, Holland.

An unkindness of ravens, a gang of turkeys, a parliament of owls and a shiver of sharks. An intrusion of cockroaches, A smack of jellyfish, a business of ferrets and…  a murmuration of starlings. This is by far the most birds I’ve seen in the sky at one time. The picture sort of does it justice in terms of density, but not time or area. The sky was almost black for minutes as they flew overhead. I had to run under a shop awning because there was so much bird shit falling to the ground, like the start of a summer storm where there are those really thick droplets hitting the ground that you can actually hear on the concrete. If you click on the photo you can really see the density of the birds.

A murmuration of starlings over Harderwijk, Holland. click to enlarge.

I’m now in Paris. I have a few days to myself with nothing specific to do before we restart the french tour so I’m going to go to some galleries and get some culture all up in me. Maybe see a show, work on my French, walk along the Seine and go to a fromagerie.

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The Stadsschouwburg in Bruges. Casus Continues.

The Stadsschouwberg (City Theatre) in Bruges, Belgium. 150 years old. Comfortable, acoustically outstanding and rich with life. Technically challenging in terms rigging and the factor of acrobatics on a raked stage, but these things fade into the background when you are in the show.

 

The Stadsschouwburg in Bruges. Click to enlarge.

 

To perform at places like this, well… you get the idea.

It shouldn’t be brushed aside, but absorbed. When you’ve got a few hours in a place like this to do your job (tech, warmup/training, then get ready for the show) you can easily lose sight of how magical the places are, the heritage they contain and the ghosts they possess. I stood on the stage after everyone was gone, consciously etching the image into my eyes and feeling into my skin.

Photographers out there, This is taken handheld with my Canon 6d and 17-40mmf4L. iso5000, f5.6. This camera is almost 2 years old and I can shoot crazy high iso handheld and get useable photos. I can only imagine what the next generation will give us in terms of sensors. Click the photo to enlarge.

A Cat In The Snow – Hardewijk, Holland.

A cat scurries through the snow in Hardewijk, Holland.

I’m currently in Hardewijk, Holland. Two weeks of touring theatres all over the Netherlands before heading back to france until the middle of March.

While I was taking photos of falling snow and moonlit trees for a few minutes last night, a cat ran past and I snapped this one in a blur. After trying to get sharp handheld shots, this picture seemed to be the only one with any emotion in it.

Paris In December. Time For A Scarf, Perhaps.

Admiring him from a distance.

The metro.

Hotel de Ville station, Paris.

Reflective tarmac.

Vendors at the station.

Precious cargo at Rèpublique.

Keeping warm.

Lunchtime at Place D’italie, Paris.

A lovely old duck.

This man owned this bar for 40 years. He welcomed everyone in there like an old friend, and I guess they were.

Dog walks in the rain at night.

It’s not too cold at the moment, but it’s fairly wet. The homeless people are looking a little more desperate, the streets stink less of piss and dogshit thanks to the rain, and people are finding their way under cover and inside. Sometimes the air is cold and crisp, with not a breath of wind, and sometimes it’s almost warm and wet, the european winter tropics. When it’s more than 7 or 8 degrees outside, it feels warm. This, for an Australian, is a little strange. Melbourne cold, at 10 degrees, cuts through your clothing sideways and pushes you over into a dirty puddle. I don’t know, maybe I just don’t dress appropriately in Melbourne during winter.

In Brussels a few weeks ago, and -3 felt nice and calm. My ears were cold but that was the extent of it.

Here are some photos I took last week in Paris over a few days. All of them except two were taken with the amazingly fantastic, sharp, light and snappy Canon 40mm f2.8 and all were on the Canon 6d body. I forget about this lens, but then when I put it on I’m reminded why I love it. I have much more expensive toys, but when this combination works so well, why bother with the others, especially to keep under a jacket while travelling? 40mm seems like such a good focal length too, for many different situations. Not that it can be seen in these photos, but the out of focus areas are pretty smooth too when you bring it in close to something. The other two photos were taken with the 85mm 1.8, also a lovely lens.

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Venice In Monochrome and 2:1.

We got into Venice after dark, and left just after midday the following day. With two days to travel just over a thousand K’s from Zagreb, Croatia to Montbrison, France, Venice was jumping off the map at us as a place to stop overnight. So that’s what happened: with a van full of circus gear and a hotel reservation, we made our way to Venice. Beautiful. I bought a very expensive pair of cashmere-lined leather gloves and ate pizza for every meal. Both were very good choices.

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The 2:1 format I chose for these photos reflected the wide-angle lens I shot some of them with, but also the horizontal orientation of the vistas of Venice. There seemed to be dead space in every frame, so why not crop it out?

Vince

Casus in Zagreb, on national television.

This was a live cross to Croatian National Television from the theatre that we are currently in residence in Zagreb.

So. Colour, or black and white? Using colour for punctuation is my current frame of mind. The colour images in this series stand out, and perhaps overpower the subtlety of black and white. it’s nice to see a few colour images alongside black and white, but even that action can detract from the monochrome images. I found while processing these that a few images deserved to be, or were more appropriate, in colour. Monochrome can be cheap too, an easy way to bring nostalgia into an otherwise boring image. Each style has to be tastefully used.

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Brighton, UK: Street Peeps.

A couple of weeks ago I was in Brighton, UK. Nice place. Nice accents. Subtle, smooth and refined. Just english enough, not too English. The week before I was in Canterbury. That was even more smooth, like royalty whispering sweet nothings to you while you sleep. The week before that I was in Liverpool and that was like walking into another language entirely. I had to switch my brain into accent mode to understand what anyone was saying. Heavy r’s, distorted inflection and brutal spittle-infused sentences.

Here are some photos I took wandering the streets of Brighton. The train station, the famous Brighton Pier (birthplace of fish and chips), and general street existence.

 

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John Britton and Emma Serjeant: Jerk rehearsals in Liverpool.

These photos are much more of John than Emma. I’m currently sifting through a thousand or so photos from the past month and getting some semblance of order so I’ll have photo sets up of Liverpool, London, Brighton, Paris, Istres, and a few other places. Well, that’s the plan. I have a few evenings off here and there at the moment, but I’m more interested in cooking (finally have an apartment with a kitchenette, fresh vegetables on the stove etc) or walking around new places. Paris now, for a few more days, then on the road again. Croatia soon.