

On the end of an era
"I think records were just a little bubble through time and those who made a living from them for a while were lucky. There is no reason why anyone should have made so much money from selling records except that everything was right for this period of time. I always knew it would run out sooner or later. It couldn't last, and now it's running out. I don't particularly care that it is and like the way things are going. The record age was just a blip. It was a bit like if you had a source of whale blubber in the 1840s and it could be used as fuel. Before gas came along, if you traded in whale blubber, you were the richest man on Earth. Then gas came along and you'd be stuck with your whale blubber. Sorry mate – history's moving along. Recorded music equals whale blubber. Eventually, something else will replace it."
At the end of last September I got to spend a few days in Vienna. Wonderful city, clean, safe (except for transsexual prostitutes near westbanof), reliable transport, plenty to see although I never saw any museums, before I left I think I squeezed one in.
With any neg scanners that I seem to touch, lately end up just plain not working, I got some 5x7 prints made, and did a flat bed scan of the images.
This reminds me of the riddle of the Sphinx, in the story of Oedipus, how we start our lives on four legs, then two, and finally three.
At the Museum Quater.
Everywhere you go in that city is parks, I mean you look on a map and every district has it's own beautifully preserved park. 

I was so lucky when I arrived there was an unseasonal Indian summer. I left Ireland and the pissing rain and cold, to lovely sunny temperate days. I couldn't believe that as soon as I landed, off went the wool sweater to walking around in a t-shirt. 
The hostel I stayed in had a bar in the lower basement done up like a torture chamber, it was only when I got home did I actually see the movie "Hostel". Can't understand why they set the movie there, it's one of the safest country's I've ever traveled through. It would be more realistic if it was set in Transnistria.


This is one of those images that I'll have to print big, at least 20" in width, the woman coming up the stairway has a similar expression to the posters at the end of the cement pillar.
I was in the church and the nun was fast asleep, luckily the pffft of the rangefinder did not wake her. This is one of those very rare times where I photograph someone who is homeless.
It's a quite city in general, you pretty much can see it in a day or two. Although I will say it has some of the most stunning looking women I've ever seen in my life. That statement by the way has nothing to do with the above image.


This is from a film set in Prague I snuck into, about three seconds after this frame a security man approached me and began to speak in Czech, when I just shrugged my shoulders he escorted me off set.

The optics seem to be uncoated, yet despite that there is good tonality in the negs.

Theres a wonderful dreamlike softness to the images (due to uncoated glass), more of a portrait camera to be used in the studio or fine art projects, rather than on the street.
The Viewfinder is extremely dark, which can lead to composing difficulty's but I guess thats due to some mold forming in the top lens.