In the kitchen with Dobey Blaze...

As if photographing Fat Freddy's Drop wasn't enough, I could hardly turn down the request I received on Sunday night.
"The boys are having a bit of a cook up on Tuesday - want to bring your camera and photograph it?"
Um. Time required to come up with an answer: 0.0041 secs. Time required to frantically rearrange my schedule on Tuesday to accommodate this request: 2.37 minutes.
Hell yes.

By popular demand...

Here are some more images from the Fat Freddy's Drop gig recently, brought to you by a stream of comments and requests from a range of people far and wide...
Enjoy, and feel free to leave comments.



More pics after the jump...

Dropped on both nights.

Wow. What a weekend.
Monday is never a fun day - public holidays excepted - and after two nights of Fat Freddy's Drop, my Monday is definitely living up to expectations. I'm shattered - but in a very good way.
On Saturday night we were invited to see FFD as guests, so albeit rather uncomfortably, I left the camera kit at home and headed out with MSO to catch the show.

Dropping it this weekend...

A while ago I was lucky enough to photograph a music festival, held in Ye Olde Sports Oval of the local University. Lucky because it was was one of the best line ups I've seen when it came to Nu Zild choons. One of my favourite parts of the day was Fat Freddys Drop, who incidentally won two awards at this year's 2009 NZ Music Awards - Best NZ Roots Album and Best Producer. So nice work, FFD.

Unembargoed. If that's actually a word...

So recently I shot a marketing manager for an international finance company, but due to a publication embargo, wasn't able to post any images.
Well, ta-daaa.....
And to be honest - I quite like them. I used only two light sources (one was my flash on a sync cord - can you guess what the other one was?) and with a minimal amount of photoshopping, was able to achieve some quite cool results...
So - hardly groundbreaking news, but after dangling the 'embargo' carrot in front of you in my last post, I thought I'd put you out of your misery. Or relieve the anticipation. Or something.

I'm sorry, the contents of this post have been embargoed...

I'm sorry.
I'd like to tell you about my latest job - really, I would. Although it's hardly earth-shattering stuff, I'd like to tell you who I photographed, where, how, when - but when it comes to 'why', it all becomes clear.
Computer says no.
Well, not the computer exactly, but a missive from The Missile 'advised' me of IP rights, and asked me to embargo the image release until publication date. Which is next Friday.
So as disappointed as I know you must be (?), you'll have to wait until then. Kinda like two weeks before Christmas, but without the joy of unwrapping presents, eating/drinking yourself beyond sensible loading limits, and getting something you actually want/need.

What I will let slip is that instead of the photo shoot being harassed and scrutinised by pedestrians, we were left relatively alone as everyone's attention was focussed on three muscular guys wearing red Speedos, handing out condom-covered bananas. At 0815am. No, really. Togs, togs, togs - undies.