We get a bit giddy when it comes to certain things in life; car boot sales, blue suitcases, 50's radios, anything atomic or slightly circular, dogs with flat fluffy faces, American cars, Ray Harry Harryhausen films, Real Ale festivals, Heart (big hair 80's band), Peugeot racer bikes, San Francisco, hand held space invader games, cough candy twists, muddy fields, birdwatching, The National Enquirer, avocado, Sunday afternoon drinking, tweed, Lindyhop, Super 8, paisley shirts, roast dinners, old bottles, Paris, fancy dress dog shows, Grease 2; so we thought we share some of our excitement with you...
We love our job so much on days like this. Not only were we asked to photograph the dog show event at the famous Horse and Jockey Pub in South Manchester but we were also asked to lend a hand with the judging. Keith the puppy pug walked away with best dressed for his impression of a sheep! www.horseandjockeychorlton.com Remember we don't just shoot weddings so next time you're having an event get in touch!
We may not have any ourselves but it doesn't stop us gawping in awe and wonder at other, braver, folks’, imagining how cool we’d look with a ‘full sleeve’ then reminding ourselves “what would Grandma think?” The Manchester Tattoo show was a feast of all things inked, a buzz with the sound of needles and the slight whiff of hot flesh. After a few jars we almost took the plunge before deciding it was better to stick to what we know and keep documenting things in pictures rather than on our bodies. Wimps.
A road trip through the Canadian Rockies had been on our bucket list for some years now. We still couldn't quite believe the final day had come as we hazily stepped off the plane in Vancouver. What lay ahead, spanning over two thousand kilometres, included close encounters with grizzly bears, 100 Elvis impersonators, bucking broncos and more cowboys than you can shake a stetson at, nesting bald eagles and some angry goats.
We had been counting down the days until The Festival of Vintage at York Racecourse, dusting off the trilby's, blasting out the Glenn Miller and polishing down the Thunderbird (we wish!) We certainly weren't disappointed, arriving like kids in a sweet shop. We had an amazing day, met some really interesting people and came home with a car bursting with 1950's collectables to add to our ever expanding hoard. Who says you don't need three magazine racks??