Hand.built.death.traps

A few photos of my good friend Benny Chop from over a year ago now. At this stage, his hand built death traps consisted of just a few second hand frame builds he was doing for friends. We were both living together in a ratty house in Downer, with a half assembled hot rod in the garage, a few random car wrecks in our front yard, and a recycling bin that was full of coopers bottles by the end of every week. It was a good life, and I miss living with this guy. These days, Benny has just returned from a wild stateside adventure with fellow Cobra Flash, from which I thought neither would return home from alive, and I am happy to say his business is going stronger than ever. He has recently launched an online store for merch, and I believe he is taking pre-orders for fixed gear builds. Come along to the Halloween alley-cat race he is putting on this weekend for some wild costumes and a whole lot of fun, and if you like what you see, get yourself a custom, fast as shit bicycle before his shit blows up for real.
Here's to many more wild rides and nights ahead Mr Chop!

So long, lonesome...

Hey! For anyone who still checks this thing, sorry its been such a long hiatus between posts. I had this PhD thesis to finish and stuff took way longer than I thought it would. This is a photo of some Jerusalem artichoke flowers I picked for a girl I loved, before I started sleeping in one hour shifts at a time and my sanity and life I once had started crumbling around me. To be honest, it still feels like I'm sort of recovering. The stress and pressure of putting so much of your life into one document and submitting it for criticism really took its toll on me and sadly, some people I loved dearly. I was still shooting intermittently though the whole fucked up, sleep deprived process, so there is a huge backlog of photos to put up here, but please bear with me if it takes a while for me to do so. Some images were taken so long ago that I have lost track of the emotions I connected to them when they were created and as such, are hard to frame in a creative context I would feel happy presenting, while some remind of such emotions so vividly, I think it may be simply too painful for me to work on them for a long while.