Paint it red…no, not the town…the McLaren!
ByLewis Hamilton…here’s some advice for you. After the next qualifying…when you’ve sat your shiny silver McLaren on pole…do the extra work on the Saturday night…sneak in the Parc Ferme with some red spray paint and re-style your car as a Ferrari. That way, the idiots in Formula One won’t penalise you every time you do something amazing for the sport. My blood still boils!
Last Thursday we took Evan to London to visit the Science Museum. I had a meeting at 6:30 near Waterloo and it seemed a good excuse to make a family day of it. It was brilliant. What I love about it is that in a years time he’ll get something different out it. In fact, I suspect if you went every other year it would fascinate him until he was 34. We only saw a few galleries but he was in overdrive. If you’ve never been can I recommend that you head straight for ‘The Launchpad’ on the 3rd floor. Absolutely amazing. The other amazing thing (and this is going to show me as quite an anorak) was in the plane gallery (don’t know its real name) on the 3rd floor. They took a 747 double decker, cut out about 5 foot long section and put it up…they left the seats in, the storage in and put a few containers underneath. It really put the whole flying experience in a different perspective.
Evan is always up for the train ride
But is even more excited about seeing another train — he loved Clapham Junction
Inside ‘The Garden’ at the Science Museum
What a baa-d disguise
“Bend over let me see you shake your sheep feather”
Totally amazed by the bubble table
Giving it a try
Quite pleased with himself…and rightfully so
Bernie and Andrew — The Vyne — Friday, September 5, 2008
Bernie is the catering manager at The Vyne. Given the late notice I was able to do a mini coverage of around 2 hours. It was interesting to see how the place acts a bit different when their own comes to town. As such there are just a few images from my short visit.
Ben, one of the venue coordinators, keeps everyone up to speed…another trip to the Vyne with flood like conditions. Thankfully this time the worst we had to contend with was a late arriving coach load of guests.
Some guests, however, took the delay in their stride
In the end I came round to loving this image. Her beaming smile…his splitting headache.
The Bridesmaids pray for a change in the forecast…its expected that later it really will rain men
Bernie’s catering crowd turn out to greet her
Time to kill….waiting for the registrar to complete the interview
My favourite doorway at The Vyne
Andrew counts the tiles
Bernie and Andrew’s son acts as ring bearer…awww…bless
In the Stone Room, great light bathes many of the guests
Dad contemplates allowing Andrew into his Circle of Trust
A shot you will likely never see again….its good to know the right people!
Nicky and Rob — Rownhams Church and The Cromwell Arms, Romsey — Saturday, 6 September, 2008
I won’t share which member of the wedding party this is for fear of reprisal…nope, the secrets is safe…mums the word
This is taking it just a bit too far don’t you think…although it did make it easier to know which to tea to spike with the Rescue Remedy
Perhaps…and I mean that…one of my all time favourite shots, ever
It was the first time I ever a) saw a Dad ready so darn early and b) stick around to see the make up. Word of warning…don’t get him started on his Toby (sorry, character) mugs :)
I’ve often wonder what goes through a mum’s mind at a time like this…odds are I’m over
romanticising it…probably just the shopping list
Bread, milk, eggs etc etc etc
Bacon, beans, Spam
The old “nice skirt” joke gets’m every time!
Some folks would say…for goodness sakes edit yourself out of the shot. But its not my fault the doors were made of chrome. Besides, I wouldn’t want them to forget little ol’me
“Now to see you Vicar…the difference between a Toby mug and a…..”
LOOK!!! He’s BACK! More on Darren later
Deep breath…resist the urge to push — umm — sorry, my mind raced forward to January for a second
Remember this shot…then see what Darren gets later
Rob is one of those guys who has a permanent smile on…and if he’s not smiling, he’s scheming which is half way there…so to get one this serious…well, I reckon it might be a first
Tick!
One would hope…not all at the same time!
Posh beer…one of the few times I found myself tempted!
OK…a word about the ‘couple’ shots. This was, by far my biggest challenge. No ballrooms or sweeping stair cases. Just a marquee which was filled with guests, a willow tree, which was filled with rain and the inside of a working gastropub. After hitting what felt like a few brick walls (ideas, that I didn’t really feel worked as well as I wanted them to) it started to kick in. “Usewhatchagot” became the mantra.
Why shy away from a busy road when you can be a part of it
I love this one….most because of how it turned out versus what it look like in real life…SEE BELOW
Same location, lighting adjusted to see how it all fit together
Nice Sporran!
Not really sure about this one…in the end I just wanted to shoot it like I saw these two hanging out…who knows
Ah the innocence…a youthful charm….just don’t ask me what he said when he realised I has just taken his photo (or at least not until after the watershed!)
Thumbs up…to the imaginary guest on the second floor of this one floor marque…beats me!
Rob’s mantra was “all laughs no tears”…fat chance!
Its been a while since I did an ambient light dance shot
Rob showed Nicky a new Scottish jig…the Gay Grooms
Darren returned from his month away. After random excursions to Newquay and nights hold up in a pub for the criminally insane he returned, hair cut and ready to get back to it.
He has a sense for the odd and disturbing…WTF?
I dispatched him to a secret gallery ‘bride stage left’….here’s his first glimpse of Nicky coming down the aisle
Oh yeah! He makes me so proud!
A simple illustration of the hat to mum ratio
Unfortunately some of his shots were tainted by some mad man in the background with a camera and a receding hair line. Damn that man!
See what I mean about finding the disturbed…I cannot tell you how much I wish that was my shot.
As you can see…my advice “its in the eyes” wasn’t forgotten despite his drunken nights at the Reading Festival
Fabulous work Darren! You da man!
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