Words and Pictures by Stuart Blackadder
When we were buying a second hand car in Auckland, we were shown around a nearby garage that was filled with old things that people had left in their vehicles as they sold them quickly. Some of the things in there were great! It made me suspicious about why they were in such a rush to get rid of their cars. Didn't stop us buying a Mitsubishi Chariot for $2,000 though. Unfortunately that didn't survive for very long. But in that quality junk-filled garage I managed to get my hands on an almost brand-new Moleskine. There was a message at the front of the book, 'This book was given to Sam Williams by his friend, Oliver Kyle, In London on the 22nd July 2009. Something to hold your thoughts, plans, and future adventures. Big love, Olly Kyle.' I intervened in his thoughts and plans and nabbed the book. Paid $15 for some gas canisters but got this for nothing!
Words and Pictures by Stuart Blackadder
A famous New Zealand Sheep. (kiwi sheep?)
Distracting myself from studying Chinese by sketching my newly haircutted friend and housemate.
We got talking to a lady who was working at the quiet coffee shop in Hohhot. She was a really big fan of Titanic, and gave herself the English name Rose because of it. I asked her to write me one of her favourite expressions in Chinese. The map was from a Pelican book entitled The Rise of Communism in China.
Synecdoche New York, Talented Mr. Ripley, Capote, Magnolia... Philip Seymour Hoffman.
'Moderation, born of rebellion, can only live by rebellion. It is a perpetual conflict, continually created and mastered by the intelligence. Whatever we may do, excess will always keep its place in the heart of man, in the place where solitude is found. We all carry within us our places of exile, our crimes and our ravages. But our task is not to unleash them on the world; it is to fight them in ourselves and others.' Albert Camus, The Rebel
We decided to take a few days off and drive along the highway towards the glacial lake in South East Iceland. From the moment you get out of Reykjavik, the scenery is typical Iceland; waterfalls, mountains, moss and lava fields. Below you can see a few shots from my trusty Pentax 35mm along that highway. The most visually arresting feature was the black sands... miles and miles of like being on the moon in black and white, squished footprints undisturbed in windless flats. All around you are these enormous glaciers and mountains yet it's the black feast that was cause for giddy celebration.
Words and pictures by Stuart Blackadder
Clouds fall upon the glacial mountains of Southern Iceland, and as day disappears my camera captures the unclear pattern of nature lying on a line.
As you are driving you come along a farm, then nothing for miles. It's hard to imagine what it would be like to live in this sort of isolation, where to reacquaint with civilization you must drive such a distance.
Hong Kong is often referred to as a blend of Western and Asian cultures, and as such it was a perfect stepping stone for me on the way back to England after over a year in Asia. I took my Pentax Super ME around the city and found the city challenging yet exciting to shoot. I was lucky enough to be hosted by a wonderful teacher, living in a central location on Hong Kong island. He was kind enough to show me around every free moment he had. Words and Pictures by Stuart Blackadder
One of the first things that hits you in Hong Kong is your proximity to so many things. As a result, I found myself struggling to choose what to focus on with my 50mm lens.
Enjoying the view from halfway up the Bank of China tower on Hong Kong island with a stage director friend from Harlem, New York. He travels as often as he can afford, and speaks of his incredible journeys on his blog. We had spent a large part of this day circling a car park which misleadingly advertised a Museum of Urban Planning within its perameters!
My host enjoying some sun on his balcony in Sheung Wan, Hong Kong island. Having studied in Scotland at Stirling University, he has a refined taste for liquor and classic literature. We would rise slowly in his thin apartment, to the sound of his favourite symphonies and to the smell of aeropressed coffee. Sadly, he has been sent a government order delineating the upcoming demolition of the balcony, a space where he proudly tends to spanish moss, pitcher plants, venus fly traps and other assorted plants in the heart of concrete chaos.
I chose to experiment with some slower shutter speeds around the neon signs of Kowloon, running into the middle of the road to quickly shoot a sign advertising underwear that loomed over traffic.
My host's close friend from Nepal, sheltering himself from the sun. During September's category 8 typhoon, they took us to their favourite bar at the Four Seasons hotel where we were treated to cucumber and lychee martinis while staring at the Kowloon skyline disappear in the curtaining rainfall. The soft shadows on this photograph compliment his gentle nature.