The Influence of Art in My Photography

At age 8, I was obsessed with Leonardo da Vinci. I remember making his triangular-shaped…

Sarah Miles’s Tits

When British actress (I am old fashioned) faced my camera in 1986 I had recently…

The McNamara Wall — Piss Poor

I am in the middle of a book so enthralling and interesting that I must write a second blog about it. Here…

A Bassist’s Hands

In my long search and interest in the photographic portrait I long time ago realized that important to any portrait was the…

A Stanley Park Rape, Bill Evans, a Cop & a Methodone Clinic

The Exploration of Woman

My friend Ian MacGuffie often repeats something that fills me with nostalgia for those days. He cites the…

Before I became a magazine photographer in Vancouver in 1977 I thought I was a purist when I shot b+w. I considered filters fakes. And this was the case until I understood the difference between the human eye and film (and video and digital) in relation to ultra violet. I discovered how John Ford had used deep red filters to get puffy clouds at…

Dipping into Heraclitus’s River

I can remember distinctly, exactly (well almost!) how old I was (6) when I looked at myself in a mirror…

Not Making Art With Marina Hasselberg

For most of my life in Vancouver (1975 to now) I was careful to define myself as a competent…

Bach on Amphetamines

Some years ago Venetian cellist Claudio Ronco came to Vancouver on a double purpose. Most think that 19th century Bohemian…