Machine Gun Etiquette – Shoot The Band

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Machine Gun Etiquette – Shoot The Band

You can usually judge a band by the company they keep. You want to hang out with starlets and sycophants? Congratulations…you’re Kurt Cobain and you’ll soon be dead. You want to hang out with accountants and business advisors? Congratulations…you’re Gary Barlow and you’ll soon make the front page of the Daily Mail for all the wrong reasons. You want to hang out with either god or satan? Congratulations…we’ve already forgotten you even existed. Walking the tightrope of celebrity is no mean feat and, let’s face it, everybody’s going to laugh when you screw it up.   Read More

10 Photo Gimmicks Which Must Die Today

10 Photo Gimmicks Which Must Die Today

Photography is the learning curve of death. You’re born. You learn. You keep learning. Then you die. You die frustrated and exhausted in a pauper’s grave. You spent your life searching for that one perfect exposure which proved elusive and spiteful. Join the club. The club which has existed for around 175 years and dates back to the man who started this whole photography thing – Louis Daguerre. Daguerre was obviously a complete sadist, an utter bastard and the man responsible for ruining every photographer’s life.

It’s tempting, however, to simply ignore all the complicated stuff and head straight for that big toolbox in your computer labelled BOLLOCKS! That big toolbox is there for a purpose. It’s for monkeys to paint with cheap effects and stab us all in the heart. Go ahead. Make your day. Screw it all up with Software!   Read More

Blog 101…ME ME ME!

Blog 101 … ME! ME! ME!

Shark Infested Waters was created back in 2003 by mistake. Happily this coincided with my 17 year career as a music journalist tail-spinning into oblivion. Over the years I’d worked on assignments around the world with hundreds of photographers. I can’t remember most of them. It seemed to me that photographers had an easy life. They got paid more than journalists, they didn’t have to come up with opinions about anything in print and they all had cars. True, they had more equipment to lug through airports and they spent way too many hours hanging around the processing labs in Soho to be entirely healthy, but it still seemed like money for old rope. By contrast I was being paid 10p a word to write nonsense about Jon Bon Jovi’s 6-step link to organised crime and the new record by Clawfinger.   Read More