“DENISE“, he shouted. Then silence. Then, with a whisper, “Denise.” When he shouted, he crunched up his face as though wracked with torment, he held his fists aloft and glared to the clouds. When he whispered, he sank back, shoulders slumped, as though vanquished by… Read More
I don’t talk too much about my career as one of this site’s most popular menswear models. Sure, there’s the travel. One day I’ll be in Peckham for a nine minute shoot in a brightly coloured doorway. The next, maybe a brightly coloured doorway in… Read More
It’s difficult to express just how much I don’t enjoy being photographed. On the one hand, I think these kind of posts add a little variety in-between the usual ‘look at this Japanese thing, it’s weird and expensive, I’m not sure if I like it… Read More
