Out takes from a day with a maestro
As is the way years later I have discovered the out takes from the day I got beguiled into this Italian Col Kurtz’s renegade encampment – Dario Pegoretti’s workshop in Caldonazzo. Links to my original […]
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3 degrees of separation…
I’ve long felt that perhaps one of human kind’s best inventions is photography. To be able to record life and replay it at will forever more is inherently special. Magical even. It was a generation […]
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Found negatives of lost Belgian moments
Our barn is home to a number of hoards. One is early nineties Specialized Crossroads bikes. Others, a lifetime of magazine addiction, a book inheritance and perhaps the most precious one to me, all my […]
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in the rear view mirror of the Giro d’Italia
This was my ideal kind of assignment. Pick up a nice hire car, drive it to Italy to find a bike race, have dinner with the first of the Campagnolo equipped teams and photograph their […]
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Rocket Science.
There are few visits with cameras that resonate as deeply as the time I was in Northern Italy one fortnight for two separate assignments with a weekend of Tuscan childhood reminiscing in between. And a […]
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The oldest crit in the west (or, how I learned to stop worrying and love the prime lens again).
Sunday is becoming adventure day. To quote Harry Dean Stanton, ‘Together they turned everything into a kind of adventure and she liked that. Just an ordinary trip down to the grocery store was full of adventure’, […]
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Hour.
Hour. I sit half in half out of a rental car outside the Velodrome, stuffy french voices schooled in smoking Gauloises debate high culture in the background on a turned down radio, two women dressed […]
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