Paradise Slice

Last night I had a dream that the eyepiece of my camera was made out of chocolate. Obviously, this led to technical problems composing shots. Mainly melted chocolate obscuring the viewfinder. It didn't occur to me in the dream that a chocolate viewfinder would set a fairly reasonable agenda for changing camera brands.

Friday morning was a bit like wandering into the remains of a particularly boozy party. Which, I guess is pretty much exactly what it was. The quick application of elbow grease soon had things looking ship shape for the first day of the Beyond the Lens conference.  

Getting paid to help out was a particularly lucky gig as it transpired. Meaning I was on hand for a fairly wide variety of interesting/useful talks.  

Peter Dench, who's work I was already familiar with did a particularly good presentation on Humor in photography. Dry and witty, much like his photographs. 

Towards the end of the day, we helped Tif Hunter and his assistant set up for their Tintype photography demonstration. A serious amount of kit was required, including a ridiculously huge umbrella reflector that looked more like it should be used for monitoring communications from extraterrestrials.  


On the way home, Riot and I visited an exhibition at Lewisham Art House that featured some of our work from the printing workshop we’d attended. Didn’t stay long though as my legs/feet had pretty much had it by that stage.


We ordered Pizza for dinner. Which didn't arrive for 90 minutes. Obviously stone cold. Shop wouldn't answer to take our complaint. Ragin'. Far from a Paradise of slice.