Samples of my photography and stories behind some of the shots
Cumann na mBan
"It’s the same old thing since 1916
In your head in your head
They’re still fighting
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head in your head they are dying”
Test shot for an upcoming photoshoot about the IRA. Think Londonderry or Belfast circa 1970 during “The Troubles” in Northern Ireland. Clementine O’Donnell and I have an upcoming historical photo project which will depict the Cumann na mBan female soldiers of the Irish Republican Army. I shot this image during another photoshoot this afternoon in Graffiti Alley in the pouring rain. A very Northern Ireland kind of day…
Photographer: Mark Wagner
Model: Clementine O’Donnell
Obviously not an original concept, but a fun little costume shoot on an unusually warm January day.
She thought that London in the parallel dimension would be a breeze - a 24 hour assignment. Get in, leave the message at the dead drop inside a wooden bench at the Nordic Bar, get out. She chose less obvious routes, well off the beaten path - but it took only minutes before a Zygon shape shifter was onto her and shadowing her at a discreet distance. Was it working alone or with a team? Watcher or assassin?
She began walking faster and turned up Charlotte Street. The NW1 area with its cute Dickensian alleys and architecture looked the same as it did last time she was here - fifty years into her future. She considered ducking into the Newman Arms Upstairs Pie Room and blending in with the locals, but it was only half four - not yet tea time, she had just started a gluten free diet 20 years into the future and, with only a small exit at the rear, it could prove a trap.
She decided to cut over to Oxford Street and go to Soho or perhaps the Theater District to lose herself in the crowds. She entered Newman Passage, an ancient alley once used as a route by Jack the Ripper - well, in the other dimension at least.
She didn’t see the missing cobblestone. She tumbled and rolled onto the small curb and struck the brick wall. The footsteps fifty meters behind her had matched her pace exactly. They stopped abruptly. Her follower began to advance again - slowly, cautiously. She had sprained an ankle and damaged her Vortex Manipulator wristband in the fall. Transport home might very well be impossible. Her immediate concern was finding a quick place to conceal herself. The passage was long and with no place to hide. The footsteps had slowed but were very close.
She sat up and was about to try to walk as best she could when she heard it… A woosh-woosh, wheeze-wheeze sound. The legends often described it as “the sound of the universe.” She had heard it once before - in Cardiff during her internship with Torchwood. It wasn’t something she would soon forget.
Behind her at the end of the passage, an object began to take form - a large box with a flashing blue light. The Zygon began to run - in the opposite direction…
Photographer: Mark Wagner
Model: Alena Interrupted
I was listening to the Dvořák cello concerto and going through old images of places I used to shoot a few years ago and came across this photoshoot with the lovely cello shots. I spent a couple hours coming up with the right crop (I normally hate cropping but this image was a bit over exposed at the bottom because of bright reflections). I cropped out the overexposed bits, left space to the left side and thought: “Album cover!!” But it had to be for a soloist - not an orchestral work. This location is a lonely, desolate industrial place so I thought of the solo Bach. If only I knew how to make a ϋ with Photoshop text tool…