As I walk, all around me things are catching my eye. My eyes dart to a striking Mohican reaching at least a foot into the air formed into 5 perfect black spikes.
As my eyes begin to drop I catch sight of a man who looks like he fell asleep at a party and several very talented yet drunk graffic artists got to work on his face.
They drop yet lower and onto the next person, a t-shirt that says something along the lines of “Look at my face when I talk, not my tits”. Well don’t fucking write stuff all over them then!
Well its been a while since i uploaded any new photos. And since getting a new laptop i’ve been able to get back up to date with all of my photography that was in such a mess due to a lack of time to be able to organise it all on a very very pants laptop…so here’s a few of my old shots i’ve managed to do some work on to wet your appetite to what else will be appearing soon.
Parkour is sexy. ‘Nuff said.