Tag: hair

16, 18, 25 & Anzac Seb: I’m almost 26 — and when I turn 26, my passport expires. 10 years after it was issued in 2000… aged 16. This is a blast from the past. From a time that is probably best forgotten. I’d just left school and I had a grand total of about… one friend, I think. The next image is from my first week at university, aged 18. A better time… a much better time. And finally…

I happened to pass by the mirror earlier (I don’t do it often — image issues, y’know!) and thought hm, those Internet folk have probably never seen me like this before… You see, I nearly always have facial hair — as in, more than what you usually see in my self-portraits. I hate shaving (and showering, incidentally), but I don’t tend to do it a lot (but I do shower!) I only really shave when I’m going out or intending…

Blue Skirts & Doggie Style Seb: Finally, a return to stage photography! Unless you’ve looked through the archives, you probably haven’t seen any of my theatre photography — maybe a little live music stuff from the Faroe Islands, but I think that’s it. I should probably just tell you now… stage photography really is my favourite kind of photography. The lights, the acting, the actors — they all combine into such a dynamic, aesthetic canvas. I long to take more photos like these;…

The Leaf Ninja & ‘Yes, they’re real’ Seb: Oh, look, it’s a… a… er… SOMETHING! Hiding in the trees! The original concept for this photo was to have me laying on the ground, my face covered in leaves, with just my eyes visible. Turns out the big-leaf trees aren’t shedding yet. And covering a head the size of mine in beech leaves is pretty hard… So I did the only thing a man can do in such a situation. I…

As promised, just before I go to bed (I have to be up at 8am tomorrow! EIGHT!) here’s a ‘pre-Faroes’ self-portrait. Taken on the weak premise that I wanted to see just how hot my ‘layers’ setup actually is. And then, once the camera started clicking and the sun started setting… Well, you can see the result for yourself. And I am smiling! Just a little smile, but you can’t see it very clearly. A thoughtful smirk. (Click for full…

It is with great pride, and with almost no hesitance at all, I give to you the third — and final (for now!) — chapter of Day 37, a story that chronicles the poor plight of a Brit destined to spend all of eternity in a bunker, where no one can hear him fart. [youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qedFXP8E_aE[/youtube] There will be proper pictures of the half-beard to follow, don’t worry!