October 15, 2009
I can only assume this man was the creative type (the beret and he was constantly writing, although that may have just been a crossword or suduko). He was a great subject. Moved around quite a bit, even sprung from his seat to stand and stare out the window at one point. I captured lots of different poses but this is my favourite.
October 11, 2009
Not much to say about this one. Couple of people reading the newspaper. They may know each other. Maybe not.
September 12, 2009
Four across, seven letters; act of taking water from well, perhaps also with pen and paper.
August 30, 2009
Reminds me of the old joke about the cross-eyed teacher: couldn’t control his pupils. Sorry
August 7, 2009
I would love to to read the paper -just once – without squinting. It’s sooooo far away. These long arms of mine are very handy at times (clever me, did I just make a pun?). It’s all very well cracking jokes but my eyesight’s suffering. And my back’s out from dragging these giant mitts around.
July 31, 2009
A little worse for wear, after a busy week. He wasn’t the only one. Felt obliged to wake the guy when the train terminated (payback for being such a good model). Not sure if he made it off the train before it shunted off into the terminus…
July 14, 2009
Collars turned up, cap peak pulled down over face, 3-day stubble. All very mysterious. Used to see a lot of this type of character in the late eighties and early nineties – men who look out at the world from behind the pages of the NME (or similar alternative/indie music press). Lots of frowning and introspection and peering through John-Lennon* spectactles.
*More recently sported by Harry Potter