Halloween is over. San Sebastian. 2010.

Little lady. Paris. 2010. RV

Mark Mathews. Off the map somewhere.

A few streets back. Mexico. 2010.

Above the yogurt shop. Mexico. 2010.

Pushie. Mexico. 2010.

I have strange thoughts in airports.

So many people, coming or going. So many different languages and lifestyles all chucked into one big building, a building thats going to take them away to somewhere, somewhere different… I’m going home, in 36 hours i’ll be home with my best mate Archie, but right now im surrounded by people of many different backgrounds, cultures, many different faces… I like different. My ipod is flat… I play that swan song by Thom Yorke in airports, usually, not today. 4 ladies sit across from me, loud as fuck, they look at me like I look at them, they speak spanish better than I understand it, they are coated in jewellery, makes me happy my mum doesnt drape herself in tacky like them, they look like shit. They have one dude with them, they are all vying for his attention, one laughs, another laughs louder, another chokes on her latte’… The guy is having a field day, every joke is a hit, he has the number 4 on his back, I think it represents the number of women he’s diddling… Dude to my right walks off, colar up, beard trimmed in straight precision, off to conquer the world or find some bootleg ed hardy shirts in Tijuana… No matter where I go, the one thing I always notice, we are all fucked up in our own fucked up way.

One of my strange thoughts I have in airports.

Here are some thoughts about some photos I took when I wasnt in an airport.

My little mate Alex. There is not many people I have met that can make me laugh like this kid.

Smell can really let you know you surroundings… More so than sight.

Markets are a good place to find out how far from home you are.

For me, expressions are the best things to capture in a photo. She disagrees.

Pigeons are everywhere you go.

Bag of pigeons.

‘Smile’… ‘Smile’… Nope.

cool as shit.

‘Can I take a photo?’... No reply, she just kicked back and waited for the snap.

I like this shot, reminds me of the second it happened.

As does this.

Out of words and photos. adios.

My brain is playing up on me again, some sleep, not much, some care, not much. I sit on a bed, the TV is on for no reason, just comfort, Scarface looks down on me from a frame on the wall, he has a replica gun, if it’s not god I feel safe with Tony Montana… But I really don’t care… Care takes time and effort, right now the exhaust fumes from my feet tell me i’m too tired to give a fuck… Today, I walked the streets of a city I know little of, I know what I seen last time and what I have seen on TV, neither saved me from the decision to walk on. I walked more today than I have since I was a school kid, my feet hate me, my heart pumped more blood than it has since it exploded a few years ago. A fair deal. I finally got to take photos without the thought of how they can work for a project or whether they will suit an idea or concept… Thats when its fun again, fun is the best thing I know of. My feet never realized the rest of me was having fun.

I will stop there, im not making sense to myself, so i’m not making sense at all. Today, below.

take care… and time out… or your brain will melt out your fucking eyeballs.

Posts have been a lil slow round here, Creative Destruction has made Runamukvisuals.com its forgotten li’l brother. But the lil guy is gonna bounce back. RV begins rolling out like the old days now. Enjoy

Some of Duncan’s colour film keepers

Some of Wade’s film and digi stills. The last one of Jane is outtahand

Photos by Duncan Macfarlane. More over at CREATIVEDESTRUCTION.TV

Dwayno Relaxo, Noosa River, 2010… Photo by RV

Brades is one of my best mates, for many reasons. Here is one of them. Legendary

That is Brades in the background out cold, his fine lady, Elle, faking a pash for the shot… Priceless

‘Is this like their president?’... Centaur, Jbay, 2007… Photo by Kendall

Jimmy, Mission Mexico, Tapachula 2010… Photo by RV.

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