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A few portraits

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I’ve long had a passion for old movies – mostly talkies, but silents as well… so a couple of weeks ago I put together a shoot with a bunch of models and make-up artists and rented a studio… Costumes and props and whoosh! We were shooting like it was 1922… I’m too busy at the moment to continue working on the photos, so there are many more, but here’s a few I hope you’ll enjoy.

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Beth St Claire, hair and Makeup by Ruth Baron.

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Brandon Adams, hair and makeup by Maree Carlisle

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Mimoza Ilieva, hair and make-up by Sabrina S. Begum

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Beth St Claire, hair and Makeup by Ruth Baron.

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Briana Sullivan, hair and make-up by Qteaz Hair

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Vanya Essin, hair and makeup by Maree Carlisle

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Raymond Vinton, hair and make by Casey Bethlyn

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Beth St Claire, hair and Makeup by Ruth Baron.

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18/06/2016 at 12:58 am

Having a wee look – Milkweed in Manhattan

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Visited the famed Highline Park in Manhattan last month – end of autumn, all the wild flowers gone to seed. A wee bit desolate. Snapped these two shots of milkweed – and a bunch of other stuff… but haven’t got to them yet. Had to share these… Manhattan1-15Manhattan1-13

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09/12/2014 at 5:00 pm

Sometimes it’s just black & white

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01/11/2014 at 9:48 pm

On the street

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Not fighting, not rioting, not protesting… these young men just burst into song on the footpath on Queen Street, sounding way too good to not have a recording contract. So glad I just happened to be standing there…

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16/07/2012 at 2:14 am

Bull mist

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If the birds and the bees can see ultraviolet and infrared, well… what’s to stop a small herd of bull calves from seeing disco lights in the morning mist? Or maybe they were just so happy to see me, they were overjoyed. I’ll always wonder.

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20/06/2012 at 10:46 pm

In broad daylight

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The forest on a misty morning, a two-storey house with many many rooms, nooks and crannies. All sorts of creatures can live there. Including you. And me.

I’ve uploaded a different take on this scene here… a different shot, but from the same time and place and a little bit different treatment and wide… Actually like this version better, but it does not really fit my blog’s layout.

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09/06/2012 at 12:37 am

Not Ellis Island

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I remember reading or hearing that most New Yorkers never visit their biggest tourist attractions or pay much mind to their historic heritage, focussing more on the arts. I don’t know if that is actually true or not. I have been to the top of the Empire State Building and climbed the gazillion steps to the top of the Statue of Liberty, but that was after I’d moved away and was visiting the city with one of my Estonian relatives.

I’d certainly read a great deal about Ellis Island, and was very disappointed to learn that my mother did not enter the city there when she arrived by ship in 1950. She docked on the west side, I think I remember her telling me it was 23rd St, but I could be wrong about that. Immigration rules had changed significantly after the war, and she arrived as a displaced person, with a sponsor. According to my mother, it was a new form of indentured servitude and when she left their employ after six months, she gave them a lecture on how Lincoln had freed the slaves. She was 19. And feisty.

Ellis Island was closed for a long time, and while it has reopened, I have never had occasion to bring anyone there, and never wandered on my own. Which brings me to the subject of this photo. It is NOT Ellis Island. It doesn’t look a thing LIKE Ellis Island. But… you pass it on the Staten Island Ferry and for most of my life, I thought it was. So bleak, so sad, so lonely and desolate. All the hope those walls ever contained was hermetically sealed in the hearts of the new arrivals, clutching at their few mementos and praying they made it through the next few days… I know, I’ve been a new immigrant, too – and some things never really change.

But this is NOT Ellis Island. I have tried to find out what it is (not very hard, I admit) but have had no luck. I don’t know what this building was used for. Maybe a jail? It’s definitely a building full of sadness.

Perhaps next time I am in New York I will visit Ellis Island. I’ll pretend I’m just a tourist from out of town and ask a lot of questions.

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06/06/2012 at 12:14 am

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