Breakfast at Source.

There's nothing better after a beer-filled night out.

From the muddy banks of Guildford.

My good friend Owenmaster and I went on a couple of adventures last year, hunting for something neat to photograph. I'm hanging out to do it again.

After dark.

I took these on the way home from work one night, with a belly full of cheap wine if I remember correctly.

The cream.

We were on our way back from summer holidays when I saw this building and had to make my good lady friend pull over. We didn't get any ice cream, but I put that down to us both being Twin-Pole people.

In the morning.

During summer when I was walking to work super early, I would always pass this old dude, sitting out the front of City Fresh, waiting for it to open. I was lucky enough to get this snap on the sly, taken on grainy-as-heck Ilford 3200.

Brick works and light leaks.

I started taping up my Holga after getting these back. 

Also, thanks to the friendly folk at Pigeonhole for the kind words. You guys are way too nice.

Always up to mischief.

This is my favourite photo from last summer. 

My Disco.

I never get tired of seeing this band.