Photographs from an evening with good friends in Brighton, UK. Four dudes (French, Italian, Australian, American) having tea in a hotel in Brighton. No, really. All of us journalists/photographers… . . . . . We had quite the luck with weather… . Evening fell… Stay tuned… -Noah D.
Look up into the trees on a clear winter night. The light from those stars have travelled untold millions of years and unfathomable distances just to be blocked by a thing so frail as the upper limb of a tree branch. Such significant power, one of the multitudes which fill the heavens and have captivated
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons — That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes — Heavenly Hurt, it gives us — We can find no scar, But internal difference, Where the Meanings, are — None may teach it — Any — ’Tis the Seal Despair — An imperial affliction Sent us of
The private viewing at the Europe House (on Smith Square) of Hans Van der Meer’s new exhibition entitled “Off the Shelf.” The exhibition was great, but, as usual, it is the people who attend it that make it really special. It was a shame that Hans couldn’t be there, I would have liked to
NOTE: Full gallery available on Demotix: here. I had heard about this Lewes Bonfire Night since I came to London a few months ago. And even on the train as my friends and I (also photojournalists) were on our way, people were warning us and telling us “good luck” and “be careful.” I think it
I came to London the first time in 2008. Since then, I have spent quite a bit of time here. But I was once the guy on the street corner staring at a map. I had never been to St.Paul’s or walked from the Houses of Parliament to the Tower Bridge on either side of