Happy Holidays

Been away from here a bit, seems December was over in a flash.

Hope everyone is having a good holiday season, and hope 2010 finds you healthy, happy, successful and creative.

New work on here next week, have a good new year everyone.

Williams / Night

Lindsey / Windows

Taxidermy

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Sophé

Joline

Claydon

Musubi Dachi

Had to shoot a Karate dojo for it's website the other day. Like the most people who dont practice karate, I knew very little about it. After spending almost 4 hours with these people, I left the shoot with a feeling of wonder and alienation. Wonder because the level of athletism is really something to see, and alienation because this martial art could'nt be further away from my day to day life.

Fall '09

Niece/nephew

Joline

Got wood ?

Shot a real fun job last week, a wood working factory in Thurso. I'll always be amazed by how easy going and laid back the folks from that part of the region are. Smiling, joking around, making you feel at home, they make you realize that being happy is really paramount in life.

Like I said the job was a lot of fun, here's some of my favourite shots.

Jennilee

"Méandres"

Like the "About" section of my website mentions, I've been working for a number of years with contemporary artist Stephanie Lavigne. Most of her work has been funded by Le Conseil des Arts et des Lettres du Québec. Below are three of my favorite photographs that I've done for her last project called "Méandres" (2001/2002). Please note that all photos are copyrighted Stephanie Lavigne and my not be used without written consent.

Stephanie and I are currently busy working on another project. No due date has been set, but I'll make sure to let everybody know as things unfold.

"Caverne"

"Songe d'une Interlude"

"Le Thé Marécagé"

Drury

Fiston

Been four years this summer since my uncle passed away.  Jean-Yves "Fiston" Giroux was a barber, had his own shop in Hull, and pretty much cut my hair all my life.  I'll always carry fond and vivid memories of that place. 

 

It was a real barbershop, always two or three clients, men only, more often than not in a heated argument, barber chair with the ashtray at the end of the armrest, and worn out posters of out of fashion hairstyles on the dirty walls.  A simple brush cut could take up to a half hour because of all the talking my uncle was doing.  And after their haircuts, a lot of customers would sit back down and continue the conversation instead of leaving.  Amazing.

The day after he died, I went out and bought myself a good clipper.  Been cutting my own hair ever since (what's left of it anyways, see last picture) and swore that I would never sit in another barber chair for the rest of my life.  Still at it to this day.