Back to what I do best...

... spreading joy.

Some people you just can't help

A few years ago, I hit on the idea of shooting kids at my daughter's school during morning recess, and then selling prints (at, as it turns out, an obscenely discounted price) to their rich parents at the Christmas Fair. I love shooting kids, and twice, it went well: lots of acceptable shots, a few gems; many happy parents (and they should have been, at the price they were paying). Then, some silly twat got all fucking twisted up at the thought that anyone could walk into the Fair and buy a print, and well, won't someone please think of the children, and that was fucking that.

It's no wonder I'm pissed off so much, eh?