A Day Condensed.

I can't even begin to think about writing anything remotely useful after the weekend. Shattered. A single day show can take the wind right out of your sails but work aside, there was also some fun to be had in the cracks. First of all, I had lunch with my buddy Mr Scott Cole (well, we sat in an area where other people where eating lunch and that's as good as it gets sometimes) and discussed things that should happen in the future if we can keep our eyes on a bouncing ball. Which is also as good as it gets sometimes. I'd have been happy to sit around and talk about cardboard boxes with jam inside them to be honest. It's always good to catch up with friends in the flesh. To mark the occasion, a self - courtesy Mr Cole. (Note to selves: Get some sleep). 

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Sometime later that same afternoon, we hooked up with my slightly newer friend Mr Wayne Simmons as arranged (it doesn't always work out like that) and found a quiet corner in which to make a nest and rustle up something of a podcast. It went on a little long - we know this for sure because the video camera we were using ran its battery out and then it got too dark for Scott to take any photographs - eventually, we were left sitting alone in the dark so figured we had best call it a day, but there was at least another six hours left in us. Content-wise, we talk tattoos and the four shows we have a year (natch), the tattooing scene (also natch) and then brought in some horror books/movie commentary (generally speaking and our own projects), shot the breeze about writing, editing and anything else that we came to mind. To be fair to Wayne here - he had a plan and came armed with a notebook. I think it was me that wandered off on the tangents. I think it's because I don't see many people on a day to day basis.

Here's what it looked like - colour commentary by me:

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When all of this will be available to listen to/watch, I have no idea - certainly not today or tomorrow so don't hold your breath... but soon. Definitely soon.

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Later still, I sat down with Mr Paul Sweeney (who apologises for the state of his site in advance and has promised to fix it real soon) to discuss some future plans we have talking about for ages. Maybe it's simply that January is here and everybody is keen to get along, but things are starting to come together all over the place. The plans concerning Mr Sweeney are good fun too. They involve funny people, a possible exhibition and some cross-pollination amongst friends. Hey - everybody else is at it. That seems to be the way to make things work around here. More on that much later (like weeks not days) as I need to organise some stuff at my side of things. I also found out that Paul's girlfriend, Hannah, is the agent for Emilia Clarke (Khaleesi in Game of Thrones) - after that my attention kind of wandered off.

Sorry chief. Girl who is mother to dragons beats anything we might have had cooking on the stove.

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Even later than that, I finally caught up with my long time buddy JJ who made it for a coffee and we talked about expanding on something that has something to do with 100 rock stars. I need to get this stuff uber-straight in my head before I attack it but it's always cool to have the foundations of a plan in place. More on this much later.

That's the top end of the interesting stuff - the rest of the weekends happenings will appear elsewhere in their own good time. Right now however, I have a teetering pile of emails to reply to, more words to string together than I know where to begin and I'm struggling to keep my eyes open. For once, I think I'm going to give in and hit the sack before midnight.

Just once though...

Shoot To Kill (II)

I like getting questions. Nobody ever sends me questions. Probably because although I like getting questions doesn't always mean I like answering them - usually because people ask the wrong questions. Yesterday though, my buddy Scott asked me a peach. It looked like this: I've just finished re-reading (sober this time) Shoot To Kill - you interview with Fin Costello in BDWN. I enjoyed that chapter pissed first time around and wanted to return to it to take it in properly.

I may not have worked at the very top with the biggest bands, but there are so many similarities. I spent years shooting bands, (Californian punk mostly, with the Fat Wreck Chords label), travelling with them, hotel rooms, dressing rooms, I can relate to the whole thing. I earned their trust over time and they became good friends - there was nowhere I couldn't go.

I recently got invited to meet up with Bowling For Soup again on their farewell tour too. I didn't bother taking my camera. I'd spent seven years travelling and documenting everything they did in the UK already, so this time it was just to talk about all that we'd done and which photos they'd like for the book. I wandered around to the back of the venue, went inside and walked up to the dressing rooms, without a pass, unchallenged. I've always wondered why no one else did this. After the show I was stood chatting to the tour manager when one of the evening photographers asked me what an 'old guy' like me was doing at a BFS show! 

Do you think any of us photographers can ever make our mark like Fin? Everything seems so throw away now and everybody's at it.

Just wanted to say I found it a really interesting chapter. Great work Sir.

Oh yeah... that's a peach of a question alright. For the uninitiated, this is Fin Costello. If you're a music fan, there will be plenty you recognise - and this is Black Dye White Noise. This may be the longest blog post I've written in years. Hopefully, I can make it useful

That interview with Fin is from back in 2003 but I think all of the things he talks about are still relevant - not only that, but they are relevant to more than just the music business now time has moved on. You can also apply the same principles to writing that's for sure. The background of the story is that I interviewed Fin for a magazine I had just launched (Burn) and he gave more than I could ever have asked for. Hours of material. He was a true gent and unintentionally, taught me everything I know about how photographers should be treated - looking back, it might have only been how Fin wanted to be treated (which was with respect) but it all made perfect sense to me and still does. So:

Will any photographers ever make a mark like him?

Sadly, unless things change across the board, it's unlikely in the current climate. First of all, photographers (pro, amateur and everything in between) must stop giving their work away for free - even though they don't mean to. As you know all too well, as soon as a single image hits the web, it's dead meat. It can be around the world so fast that you have no hope of reclaiming it ever again. So the first rule must surely be, keep your work to yourself. Unless you want it to be a genuine free for all, you wouldn't do it with a song, a book or a movie. Assuming photographers think of their work as being in the same arena - why is it more prevalent with images than these other things? Do you all feel guilty that the web will be empty if visual treats without your contributions?

But that's not actually a real world proposition if you're trying to make a name for yourself. You want people to see your work and the web is great for that, but unless you have a client at the other end (an editor, a paid for commission etc) what the hell are you supposed to do with them? It probably seems like you won't get anywhere if you keep them to yourself. So, as far as I can see, a photographer needs to decide which side of the fence they sit on. Do you pull everything in and keep your cards close to your chest until such a time as you get a break or do you throw it to the four corners of the world and see what happens? The correct answer is that you keep them to yourself. Sounds harsh but hey, that's business for you. All the time you give your work away 'for free' and let it loose in the world without your knowledge, you're in no better a position really than a 12 year old with a mobile phone and a wi-fi connection.

Sounds harsh, but that's what I think should happen. That's what would separate the men from the boys but that is an ideal world scenario because it won't work unless other things come into line as well - media editors offering decent money for the work would be a good start. Being a mag editor, I know that money isn't as freely available as it used to be back in Fin's day, so those people are also in a hole. Everybody is in a hole and the root of the problem is that we've all got used to getting stuff for free. It's a good plan as a promotional tool but when promotion turns into "why is there no petrol in the car?" and "why is there nothing to eat today?" maybe you should have thought it through a little better.

There was a time when I would spend good money on a poster of a band - that's how I discovered Fin in the first place. Sometimes you can get lucky and find an editor who appreciates what you do but I think we (I do class myself as one of them) are few and far between. Switch places and you wouldn't find an editor of a mag spending four hours making your work look great for the love of it. You can pretty much guarantee that. That's a bit simplistic but I think it gets the point across. I'm sure most people think you just turn up with a camera hanging off your shoulder, rattle 1000 shots off digitally, send them in and walk away with more cash than you know what to do with.

Do they teach you this at university if these are your plans? They should do.

The other thing that's important here is that nobody seems to have a freaking clue about what's good anymore. Either that or nobody cares because information floods at you now instead of being carefully chosen by you. In music, the CD killed off most artistic cover work and mp3 put the final nail in. Now that we're streaming instead of downloading (or at least I am) - what happens next?

They are not all like this by any means - the shot of Rebecca Ferguson's album cover that I posted yesterday, is a stunning shot. Nice work whoever shot that... and RIGHT THERE is your problem - and even now that I've had a cursory look for who shot it, that info is not easy to come by.

Back in Fin's day, you had the album sleeve. We would sit around for years with those damn sleeves and read them over and over while we listened. You knew who produced stuff, who wrote songs, who shot the cover - and I think (I hope) within the industry, that was out of respect for everybody being a cog in the big machine. You play nice. You get remembered. You turn up, you get let in. You could call up David Lee Roth and he would remember you. You knew the manager and the tour bus driver and you treated them all the same because the clock doesn't work if one of the cogs gets fucked up. Basically, you could get things done. The more you got things done, the more the people with the money would just trust you to work out what the client (the band) wanted and know (for the most part) that what they would get back would work. (If you're interested, that's one of the reasons why I moved the photo credits on the cover of Skin Deep to the cover instead of burying it on the contents page. It's just the way I think things should be done. I don't know if other mags do this or not. I only read Vanity Fair these days but as far as I can see they are still very respectful of photography and still treat it well - but they are quite old school).

As for everything being throwaway. I agree. I hate it. I hate it so much, I've given the world what it asked for and thrown/given all my things away in some desperate stab at regaining control. I own no compact discs anymore, stream all my music via rdio but I do have a record deck for the things I really care about - plus it gives me something to do when travelling. Do you know how hard it is to find old vinyl that's not been to hell and back. I have no DVD's and I'm working on my books to the point that I only want books with effort put into their presentation on the shelf - the rest might as well be an ebook or an audiobook because - if you're not going to package it like you mean it (respect it?) - why the hell should I show everybody in my life your half assed effort?

It's probably a fruitless stand but it's a stand I like to make. It's going to be a long time before people want quality stuff in their lives anymore. It's the Facebook mentality of "live fast, die young and tell everybody about it" because "I want to be important too". Don't get me started on it but I can never resist an opportunity to say again that Facebook is the slug of the internet garden. It's ugly, pointless, will eat everything in sight regardless of what it is and you can't kill it. I tried putting salt on it one day just to make sure but just made a mess on the table.

Finally... the comment you make about being an "old guy" at a show. I suspect we all used to be like that. Then I became an "old guy" - not that old admittedly, same age as you in fact. Time moves on and you get a bit more respectful about it because if you don't, you're just going to end up being that "young guy" who was hot for ten minutes - or at least until the even younger guy came up behind you and kicked your ass into oblivion. Which is more or less the same as the story that Fin tells about being treated like shit when he went to shoot Train - when the guys in charge found out what he had done in his career, the rules changed. And I dare say that if good money hadn't been involved, Fin would have told them all to go fuck themselves.

So - on a positive note, if anybody reading wants to be remembered like Fin, Mick Rock, Bob Gruen, Ross Halfin, Scarlet Page and there are many, many others - you better get your shit together, (not you personally, I'm just speaking generally here). If anybody else is reading - and I don't profess to know everything, this is just how it appears to me - be an decent human being of a cog whilst also getting pretty good at not taking shit from fools. Talk to the waitress like a real person. Talk to the guy who holds the door open at the hotel, he has dreams too. The guy who is serving you coffee hasn't made a career choice there. Don't be a dick because frankly, you're just not that important - play nice and you can make good art (yep - stole that from Gaiman and I don't care) and if you make really good art and aren't a dick, people will ask for you and remember you.

That - I think is how it should and could work but there's one hell of a long way to go. I guess some might say that it's OK for me or that I'm older and don't need to fight the same, but I paid my dues. When I started out, I turned up at 2pm hundreds of miles away from home and waited for a band if I wanted an interview. I've slept on stations, under trees, in photo booths - once even under a car because it was raining (which was stupid) all because I wanted to work for Rolling Stone. That didn't happen - in fact I never worked for any of the music magazines. So I stuck two fingers up at them and decided to do it myself. I'm not a name anybody would throw into the arena when it comes to music writing but that road led me somewhere else that I love just as much.

Finally... I think there are enough tools out there for photographers (or whatever else) to make their own way. Put a book together of your total best. Make it kill. Invest in the best "one copy only" print on demand service you can get. Shop it around. Make yourself hot property - don't throw it away on Facebook for the sake of somebody giving you a big thumbs up. Make ten copies and send it to your favourite bands management companies of nobody will give you the time of day.

Fortune favours the brave and all that. What we need right now is for someone to break the shitty mould that's been left behind by accountants.

Phew. Did I actually answer anything at all here?

As an afterthought/footnote - and I think Fin says this at the close of that interview - if you're busy, you won't know you're 'making it' at all. One day, after many years, you will stop for a moment for some odd reason - maybe you've run out of milk -  look back and say 'holy shit - look at all this work I've done'. The train of thought today is that you have to 'make it' but it's not something that's up to you decide even if you're fantastic at what you do. All you can do is The Work and the public will decide the rest...

When you're shooting Aeromsith in 1974, you don't know they are going to be huge. You do your best work - that's all you can do. The rest is nothing more than the world turning in a certain direction - but if you never turned up to take the shot, you're not even in the game.

Smile for the camera...

Scott Cole PhotographyAside from the fact that my buddy Scott Cole took the time to be bothered to both mention and pimp Black Dye White Noise during an interview he did with Comic Book Resources and hit the tweetdeck with it too, the interview itself is more than worth a read for all kinds of reasons - particularly if you're a photographer who's treading the same old tired and worn boards and needs a shot in the arm (and who doesn't from time to time). My eldest daughter thinks she might want to be a surf  photographer when she leaves school (just a year away now - may the Gods have eternal mercy on my soul). As is totally correct when you're 15, in her head I'm sure she thinks this will involve hanging out at the beach and er, taking pictures of people surfing. For doing this, she will be paid handsomely by a surf magazine - preferably Carve - which is a great freaking mag if you've never read or want to see how a photo-based mag ought to be put together - and live in an apartment that looks like it once belonged to Rachel and Monica.

I'm totally behind her on this. Surfing is a great lifestyle to be a part of professionally and infinitely better than some dreams that she could have gotten into her head. Working with Scott as I do and also my other photo buddy, Chiaki (currently on tour with Daniel Craig and the 007 movie shooting set pieces for Warners in Japan), I know the harsh reality of being out in the field and how much you work you have to do to get  the tiniest percentage accepted into the media and an even tinier percentage that you'll actually get paid for.

If I tell her any of this, it will probably either a) kill it for her or b) make her think I don't know what I'm talking about. What would a great Dad do in this situation? Wait to be asked for help? Sneak help in whenever opportunity arises? Think 'fuck it, nobody ever helped me'? Pull all the strings I can lay my hands on? Turn the TV on and crack open a beer?

The best I can probably do is introduce her to these people at some point. They don't even need to say anything - I think just being able to see them working in a safe environment will be enough and certainly of more practical use than signing up to a class at school where they say it will last an hour and by the time teacher has cocked about doing whatever it is they do to waste time, being left with only 20 minutes. I worked with a BBC cameraman once, who while studying part-time to be said cameraman, told me that if he'd known how little work they do every day, he would have signed up for a full-time course and still been able to hold down a job.

I guess everything will work itself out. It always does.

The other one wants to be a vet, but she's only eleven. My hands are tied on that one...

 

TATTOO VIXENS 2

For those of you that wonder what I do all day long, this is the fruits of the last few months labour. Yeah... it might seem like a walk in the park - girls with tattoos probably isn't the hardest brief in the book, but sourcing killer photography and finding models with great tattoos comes with its own set of foibles. Anyway, that's another one under the belt. It goes on general sale on November 11th in WHSmith is the UK, Barnes & Noble in the US, through selected outlets in the rest of the world and you can also grab it either from amazon here or direct from the Jazz Publishing store here - and if you're actually going to do one of those things, I would personally go for the Jazz store as I know there will be stocks available from the end of the week whilst amazon may take a while to get everything in the system.

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ZOMBIES, WRESTLING & SPACE GIRLS

Good afternoon interplanetary inhabitants of the place you call Earth. We lost one of our giant rabbits this week (as in died, not mislaid). Very sad, but not as sad as Willow who has been left behind. The hunt began for a new friend for him and we have already found one. She is er… blue. That’s all I can tell you about her at the moment but I shall post some images just as soon as they have moved in together - which will be early next week.

I made a totally brilliant new friend today as well - a young lady who goes by the name of Rianne Rowlands (mostly because that is her name) and she does stuff that looks like this:

 

…and a plan came slowly together in my head. Stay tuned. (Actually, if you know me at all, a plan came together very quickly and that’s an out and out lie.)

 

Today, I’m still working on Tattoo Vixens 2 which is shaping up to be (in my humble opinion) even better than the first volume. Here’s an example from Scott Cole of what’s in store. I love this shot of Nancy Harry and if I had the time/money/talent, I would be inclined to make a movie short around this. The possibilities are endless!

Also busy chipping away at the next edition of ‘the mag’ - it’s gonna be a hot one! In some ways they get easier to put together as time goes on and yet in other ways (i.e: my own personal desire to make each one better than the last) they become harder at every twist, but that’s a good thing. I think the day you kick back and take it all for granted is the day you should hang up your guns.

Anyway, once I’ve navigated those twin earths and put them to bed, I’m going to take some time to launch a couple of projects that have gained enough momentum to become public - and about time too.  Which scares me somewhat because that means that two more projects will move in to take their place.

Now. Back to work slacker…