May 24, 2013

Sunset through a neighbour’s window on a short visit to Madrid that was plagued by nausea.

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May 23, 2013

Real life, Café Comercial, Madrid.

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Just the hands…

Of the visitors to Cecil Beaton‘s bathroom. The famous photographer and Academy Award winning costume designer would trace the hand of each guest, ask them to initial it and then paint over it. No biggie.

[Found via The Peak of Chic]

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May 22, 2013

Laura at Masada, the Jordanian desert, the Dead Sea.

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May 20, 2013

Abandoned trailer on an empty freeway, a silent check point, a road side camel, Palestine.

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May 16, 2013

Palestine.

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May 14, 2013

Jerusalem.

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May 13, 2013

Real life, Tel Aviv.

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May 9, 2013

Plants and pickles, Tel Aviv.

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May 8, 2013

The Rubin Museum, Tel Aviv. We didn’t go inside, instead choosing to sit in the sun at the end of Bialik St where a woman photographed her dog on its hind legs drinking from a water fountain meant for humans and where a man told us he could tell we were from Western Europe. “People here don’t have legs that colour,” he said, squinting in the glare.

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May 7, 2013

Prof. Yehezkel Kaufmann Street, Tel Aviv.

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May 6, 2013

The very end of the Mediterranean, Tel Aviv.

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May 1, 2013

Through the window, through the fence.

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April 29, 2013

Neighbours, London Fields.

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April 25, 2013

Real life from the Thames.

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April 16, 2013

This man owns a t-shirt that says #1 dad on the front and Ronald on the back but his name is not Ronald. He doesn’t say a lot, preferring to reserve judgement or a joke until he’s really made up his mind. But that just means that when he says something, you really listen. And when he makes a joke, it’s normally (sometimes) pretty good. He used to race cars and be president of the local historical society and take a windsurfer to the beach on weekends. When he was 71 he bought a little sailing boat and now he’s learning to sail it, much to the chagrin of his wife.

He falls asleep all the time and wakes up really early. His short term memory isn’t as good as it used to be. Sometimes when he starts to walk he shuffles first and he can’t write that well anymore. He says this is because he’s lost his “muscle memory” and constantly has to remind himself how to do things that used to be second nature.

This man’s name is Mike. He is my dad and he has Parkinson’s.

Parkinson’s is one of those diseases you don’t really think about until you know someone who has it. And then when you know someone who has it, you don’t stop thinking about it.

So now if you hear someone mention Parkinson’s and you think it doesn’t affect anyone you know, think about Mike and how he really likes marmalade on toast and hates coconut, and think about all the other kind, stubborn, grumpy, wise, funny #1 dads (and mums and brothers and uncles and sisters and husbands and wives) out there for whom this disease changes everything.

This week is Parkinson’s Awareness Week. You can read more about it here.

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April 13, 2013

Just David Bowie dressed as Tilda Swinton

And Tilda Swinton dressed as David Bowie. No biggie.

[by Jeff Cronenweth]

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A standing brunch date at Leila’s. (Featuring the hand of Natalie.)

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April 11, 2013

Jason and I got up early to film Spruce Pine waking up. We made it as far as the Classic 50s Diner where early risers pulled in off the highway for coffee, for breakfast. Word had spread that there was a film crew in town and Mike, the owner, happily stood and posed for us at the window for minutes before going back behind the counter to supervise the flipping of pancakes and eggs.

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April 10, 2013

This is Paulus Berensohn, a potter, dancer, poet, artist, Smithsonian award winning educator and the reason I was in North Carolina last year.

I was invited to take photos on the set of a documentary about this incredible human and his extraordinary life.

To Spring From The Hand, directed by Neil Lawrence, will be available soon but you can see an edit of the trailer here now.

It was the best “job” I’ve ever had and I’ll write more about it soon.

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April 9, 2013

Last summer I spent eight days in Spruce Pine, North Carolina.

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April 8, 2013

Real life.

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April 5, 2013

This is a photograph. Of what, I don’t know. An abstraction of feeling; that tiny fraction of a second you let the light in. Maybe this is the warmth of a person in your bed. This is your seething envy. This is your parents kissing. This is the fear that paralyses you. This is that thing you said. This is that thing you did. Yeah, that thing. This is that thing. This is longing. This is desire. This is never getting what you want. This is always getting what you want. This is not wanting. This is what you want. This is not what you want. This is not what you want. This is not what you want.

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