Dear Mr. Vernon. We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong, but we think you’re crazy to make us to write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest terms, the most convenient definitions. You see us as a Brain, an Athlete, a Basketcase, Princess, and a Criminal. Correct? That’s the way we saw each other at 7 o’clock this morning. We were brainwashed.
Freya and Jacob
Leica MP, Zeiss Sonnar C 50mm f/1.5, Kodak Portra 160
Guy with a pearl earing
Sharp suit and pearl earrings just because he could, no other reason. Leica MP, Zeiss Sonnar C 50mm f/1.5, Kodak Portra 160
When we're old and grey
Ivan once asked me when I thought we would stop making pictures together. I told him I sincerely hoped we would be sitting in logs in his field, playing chess and taking photographs when were both old and grey.
American Football
He had a huge presence; tall and broad enough to block out a decent part of the sky as he stood towering over me! He could have been very intimidating but there was something else about the way he carried himself that suggested sincerity and gentleness. Ten seconds into the conversation confirmed my suspicions; he was genuinely surprised and excited I stopped to talk to him.
Lost in a twirling reverie
It was their birthday
It was their birthday. They’d both been celebrating together and were on their way home when I met them. They both work as footmen in the Palace of Westminster, both gay, both adoring of each other. Meeting them both was a treasured moment.
Almond Eyes
It was his eyes that stood out. Like a Pharo’s, perfectly aquiline almond shaped with a dark pencilled outlined that made them look superimposed onto the equally striking face.
