Well, after an exhausting week at work, we "bumped in" my exhibition at the Mercedes Dealership in Chatswood at Morrison Motors. The exhibition will be up for two months, so if you are in the area, please drop by and check it out!
Exhibition Dates: 18th June to 14th August 2011
Morrison Motors: 748 Pacific Highway, Chatswood, Sydney
Mercedes Gallery
Optical Illusion
No this isn't a reflection... its another bride. Nothing like remembering that special day with another special couple in the background!
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I saw Leo Sayer when I was taking this photo. He was Rolling in The Rocks. He made me feel like dancing.
Actually, he started to walk into the frame... and apologised when he realised I was taking a long exposure. He had a cute way of talking. Seeing him meant More than I can Say. He wasn't wearing his Long Tall Glasses. He asked if he could help. I said "When I need you". I think I was a hit.
Luckily the dress expands
Perched on a tiny plastic stool, her wedding dress all scrunched up, and dragging on the dusty Hanoi pavement, the aroma of freshly cooked donuts is too irresistible. The cyclo driver looks on and the ubiquitous motorbikes roar past. Behind her, the famous Metropole Hotel provides a favourite backdrop for Bridal couples. The photographer waits ... Brides get hungry too. This one has an expandable dress. She likes her donuts!
My Wedding Dress? You're standing on it!
He stood on her dress.
We stood on the pavement.
The traffic of Hanoi thundered around us.
The photographer waited.
His assistant bent to one side to demonstrate a pose.
The couple awkwardly mimicked.
People stopped to watch.
The couple smiled at my camera and
I pointed their gaze back to their photographer.
He took his shots.
He checked out mine and gave me the thumbs up.
Behind us,
another photographer,
another assistant,
another wedding couple
and another dress.
And behind them, another.
Gawaa
He entered the room like an Eskimo sheltering from the cold. His hands thrust into his pockets and his hoodie framing Shirley Temple curls. "You look like an Eskimo!" I blurted out. He laughed. He struck a pose. "You have an amazing face!" I said. "Can I photograph you?" He shrugged, "Yes" he said. He leaned on the counter and pulled a cheeky grin. "No, not like that." I said. "I want you to look mean."
He once was a herdsman in Mongolia. Now he lives in Sydney, as an Artist.
Exit Stage Right
It was over thirty years since he'd stood on that stage... he couldn't remember whether it was "Robin Hood" or something involving a Toga... in any case it probably involved wearing a skirt. He thinks the exit was stage left.
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