Monthly Archives: July 2012

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Farmer’s Journal 28/07/12

my pics in Farmer’s Journal ‘Country Style’ or ‘Country Life’ I think it is supplement. Profile of Fiona Mangan milliner. No credit but Fiona, me and Holy God know they’re mine. Never had pics in the FJ before!


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1992-2012

Category : Press Cuttings


Twenty years ago today I got my first picture published.
This was taken with my Dad’s ancient Kodak Retinette rangefinder camera. So ancient I think it once belonged to Parnell.
What big brass balls I must have had to even appear in public with such a relic, let alone point it at human females.
But then big brass balls are not a problem when you’re young, are they?
I used to have a flash for it too but for some bizarre reason I never stuck it on the hotshoe. That would have been too straightforward.
Instead I got a long synch lead and held it up in the air to get weird lighting effects. Come to think of it I must’ve invented Strobism unbeknownst to myself. I used to even put coloured sweet wrappers (possibly from Cadbury’s Roses) on it for odd coloured lighting. Like in this pic taken at the Dublin Horse Show in 1992 where I used a goldie sweet paper on the flash to warm up this picture.

I think caramel creams were the goldie paper ones. I also bought gold card to bounce my flash off like in this picture.

All on film of course and all that printing costing me a fortune and me with no job just out of college. Reality soon kicked in however and I felt forced to leave Ireland and do something sensible with my life, try and please everyone. But I will always cherish 1992 as a time when things were exciting and hopeful. It was the best year of my life.


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Portrait of the Artist as a young woman

Category : portraits

last week I took time out from my busy schedule to visit Michelle Campion’s exhibition ‘Souls’ in town.


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Galway’s Volvo Summer

Category : Uncategorized

Galway hosted the finale of the Volvo Ocean Race this summer. This replica of Rio’s Christ the Redeemer statue appeared on one of Salthill’s ghastlier buildings as part of the overall race-japery.