Unpublished moments from the street

There’s a lot of shit that I shoot …

There’s a lot of shit that I shoot that I like …

But never ends up making it on a site like deviantART where I post what I consider my best work.

And it’s a shame that some of the stuff I shoot that I like never gets seen beyond my camera and my eyes … maybe a few people, but usually just my camera and I.

So … in light of Mr. Weeks’ finally finished 160-fucking-page street article (which I might add is fucking boss) I decided to sift through some of my street photography shoots … and share the “diamonds in the dirt.” No … I don’t mean that these photos are fucking amazing. I think they’re good. But I only used the saying “diamonds in the dirt” because I can’t think of any other way to say “photographs that haven’t been seen by anyone yet” in a better way.

To break the ice, here’s one I took on June 22nd in my hometown that smells like Halifax, Toronto:

On a sidenote, but relatively similar topic, the article written by my main man Chris Weeks is fucking stellar.

So stellar, that I’m thinking of buying a fucking Leica.

I just started photography in mid-March of this year.

I’m 16 years old.

So I still have time to buy one … no rush. But I’ve definately been thinking since street photography is something I love to do … and most of the time I like to do it without people noticing me. Chris and I share the same taste in that sence, as do many other people. I’m shooting right now with a Nikon D70s and I used to use a Tamron XR DiII 18-200mm lens until I traded it in for the Nikkor 18-200mm a couple weeks ago and it really is kinda hard to shoot STREET with a big D-SLR like that. It works amazing for my concert photojournalism and commissioned shoots …

No doubt.

I fucking love my D70s and I really love my lens. Couldn’t ask for anything better … especially at my age and time shooting. I still have a lot of time to grow and learn.

But for street photography … I think I’d be better off with a little Leica and a prime …

We’ll see. 😉

Anyways … on with the photos!

This next one was also taken on June 22nd … same shoot.

I really like how “movie” this looks … back faced … suit … walking towards the sun in an everyday neighborhood … garbage can knocked over.

I dunno. I like it. You don’t have to though.

Speaking of movies and Hollywood — here’s the closest shot I have to a movie production set … kinda “Hollywood-like” I guess.

The guy in the middle was yelling … the guy on our left (possibly the movie bitch?) was confused and holding 2 coffees (that’s why) and the guy on the right was upset. I thought it captured something. But again, you don’t have to agree.

Taken on June 11th by the way.

I don’t shoot buildings … architecture … whatever.

But, this one time I did:

Whether you’re fixing a bandage on your foot:

Talking on your phone on a curb on a branch off of Queen Street W.:

Homeless and proud of it:

Or trying to get in to a shitty club:

…people are people.

Or they’re all targets for my next shot. 😉

I like photos of people in thought.

Or two parents arguing while their child is caught in the eye of the storm but still enjoying a ride on a swing.

Or two friends making photos of eachother, not giving a flying fuck about what people around them think.

That’s the sequel to this photograph.

See … that one got published, but this one didn’t. I like both.

But I think the other one is better.

I don’t shoot animals really either … But I don’t mind doing it.

That dog is fucking annoying by the way.

Thank God it’s not mine … it belongs to my Aunt.

Little Figaro is my cat though.

Love her.

I wonder how Raphael and Figaro would get along.

… but I don’t wanna give it a try cause I still want my Aunt to have her dog 😉

Figaro is fucking vicious.

I love photographing my Grandma:

She’s so connected with nature.

Dogs don’t bark at her.

Cats don’t shit on her furniture *ahem*Figaro*ahem*

Etc, etc.

Dunno what these two were talking about.

Dunno if they were friends … or perhaps something more.

Dunno why I like this photo, but I do.

Sometimes you don’t have to know why or who, or what, or where, or when.

You just know.

Know what I mean? 😉

This is a “whatever” photo.

I like their jaguar bags.

Was he homeless, or did he just have a tiring night?

Who the fuck knows? I don’t.

Kinda cliche, but I don’t care. I deserve my own cliche photos. 😉

Got a good one of my sister pissed off:

😉

Another rather cliche photo:

But again … I don’t really care, I like it.

I like my shadow.

I like the outfits and the different brands of shoes.

All with the same message.

An anxious daughter … trying to get attention from a tired mother.

And lastly …

A simple game of rock, paper, scissors.

Because life is nothing but a simple game. 😉