A Mexican , A German and a South African hanging out in Actonville.

Through my 'Wife' and her dirty potty mouth she met Jerry and Alex who are over here doing a Documentary on certain characters in Jhb.I have offered my services to them when I can.I am really interested in the approach to making a Documentary. The way you approach the subjects and how you get them to be open up to you.I am basically like a third wheel taking pics but also giving them a different angle with the video feature on my camera.Which is is fun. Kinda like "unit two" which is cool . I can just film anything and maybe they will use it.Here are some snaps from the first day.

Garden signs in The Vale.

Images that never mad the cut from a Vice Mag story.

Team After Party

Something I forgot from Sun City

Nike vs Krunk (media launch)

                                                                             Krunk

                                                                             Mome

                                                                          "Scoop"

 

Tiko Modisa

                                                                      Itumeleng Khune

Afternoon Delight with Mrs. Stein.

SL Magazine - April 2010

Bops and Tits!

Shoot for Dazed and Confused with Jack Parrow

Coolest girl In JHB

The mission that went no where.

It was while I was at Splashy that Eugene got what most would think was coming to him . I didn't have a great Splashy as I got something that I wasn't expecting but that story is more dead than Eugene.I was quite disappointed at not being in JHB for this incident. By the time I got back to JHB it was time for the funeral .While on the bus back to JHB I was having dreams of barbwire and stand-offs with the police and angry rock spiders chasing me through the streets of this dorp angred by my disrespectful shooting.I really wanted to make this funeral.I really wanted to cover a story that could be one of South Africa's biggest media storms of the year.I wanted to get video of the dead body cruising the main street surrounded by flags and khaki.Unfortunately being the broke bitch I am , I didn't have enough money for petrol to get there and back and every journalist was either working somewhere else or too worried to come with me.Eventually getting R200 from the awesome Louise Gambil I race to Venterdorp knowing the funeral has started but I was determined to get there and shoot some tension as I had heard of the Costu meeting in the same town just happened to be on the same day.Recipe for destruction?

Basically all my efforts were to no avail and I missed the funeral and the meeting.I arrived in Ventersdorp to a train of cars leaving the area .The weird thing is that not many of them seemed sad or upset all these khaki clothed whities seemed really happy and chilled not the angry supremacist's I was expecting and even the black cops seemed relaxed maybe I just blew it and missed the whole jol.Maybe I should have just stayed at home.Maybe I should have bought more money cause how am I am going to get home?

"Yo! ,You Justin McGee right?", I hear shouted from the black Land Rover that was snaking with the train of motor vehicles?
"Wanna a lift?"

Splashy Fen here I come.

I have a crazy history with Splashy.I always go to0 overboard and I never get the photos I should.
Lets see if I get anything this year.I leave for Durban today but I only leave for Splashy on the Friday as I have a date with Leon Shuster on Thursday should be an interesting 5 days.

Brixton #2

JAM did best today finding the perfect model for our shoot

ADIDAS - feat DARTH and his trusty bitch TROOPER

This was shot a couple weeks ago for the brand activation of the new Star Wars colab with Adidas.Murray - (http://m18j92t.blogspot.com ) and I had a blast ordering the Dark Lord and his bitch around for a couple hours.I originally thought we would be able to take the piss with Darth but the dude wearing the suit was adamant that he had to keep the integrity of the suit and keep with the mystique(but there suits were so restricting that we actually had to help Darth onto the couch like an octogenarian .. how's that for spoiling the mystique?)It was like he had gone to the Darth Academy, he had his poses and shit down.Neither Darth nor his Trooper could speak while interacting with the public.Only Darth had some sounds puffing out of his suit which basically seemed like he had some hands free device under his get-up fondling his intergalactic cock with that sexy heavy breathing syncing to the occasional theme song from the franchise that is Star Wars.When they did speak to us the Storm Trooper was actually a girl which I thought was awesome. I totally wanted to make out with the storm trooper . Can you imagine crazy sex with a girl storm trooper?Lasers flying all over the place , get some role play going on , I can dress up as Darth and borrow his light saber and get spanked by my Trooper. I think my safe word would have to be something like Martha Stewart.
Jeepers what a wave!

cut-my-i vs the fat trucker

Jamal is just one of my many incredibly talented friends but he has to be up there with the maddest personal style.He goes out on his own tip constantly pushing his hard edge . What I dig about Jamal is that he brings it every day , constantly pushing other avenues , testing waters and peoples reactions but not looking to provoke he does it because he genuinely loves it and has the right temperament and attitude to pull off some of his ensembles .Check out his blog - http://cut-my-i.blogspot.com/.

Shoot day side moments

Hitting the Piles

Sourcing for shoot in China town

I wish this bitch would stop writing on my cupboard.

Sunday 14/03/10

Marie will be my immediate future.

Greenside Municapl Swimming Pool

Friday night with Wrestlerish

Snap shots - 1

I love the bar at the Bus station

ThornFest 2010 (which isnt any where near Nelspruit)

Trying to be all cleaver for this festival I approached the incredible Taryn Vedder to let me set-up a photo booth of sorts back stage for all the bands. Nothing too crazy.Simply put just some fun portraits of the guys and girls we see on stage but mingling and having fun where the civilians cant venture.After the approval I tried to get even smarter. I decide to split up the booth into day and night studios hopefully trying to get two different types of portraits.Well lets just say the night studio stayed and all the poly boards that I drove nearly 100 km in the wrong direction trying to get to the festival got discarded behind some rigging equipment boxes which was totally pissing off the sound manager with the brazen wind that bashed the festival most nights and early mornings.

It must have been the soberest(but not completely ) I have been at a festival.I think I was trying to prevent another of those episodes where I miss place my camera in my disgusting state like at Rocking the Daisies(which is my only new years resolution,"DO NOT LOSE MY CAMERA THIS YEAR!"). Which on that occasion I left my camera next to some guy's tent which I apparently tried to urinate on(jeepers! I can be a chop).Luckily he saw me at the food court and informed me that he had handed it in.So that didn't happen this time which is why I think I left this festival chilled out and without the stress of having fucked myself except for the violent tan my big ass forehead received.Jeepers what a fucking brunting I received although I would be surprised if anyone escaped the barrage of sun we received on Fri and Sat.

The " StandFirm" stage where I had been deployed for the duration of the festival to do my thing as I do with no restrictions and no need to have to shoot the front of stage band action shots which I am neither good at or care to indulge myself in unless I am friends with the band.I try to give them my best but when you got great photographers like Jacqui Van Staden(jacquivs.blogspot.com) there shooting the business way better than I .... let the squires do there thing.

The Standfirm stage was the place . Best line-up and varied at that.Come now! With a line-up like the Hogs , the Death Vally Blues "family",Black Pimpin Jesus,the Meanstreets , Low Profile,GO GO Broncos and my personal favorite the Car Boot Vendors (http://www.myspace.com/thecarbootvendors).... it was a winner.The two other stages were belting out the same old drivel of metal from 11 am to 12pm but hey, what ever floats your boat.It basically just became like a radio show on repeat in the background as everything sounded the same to my more fun happy electronica conditioned ears.The only thing I really liked on the main stage was the staple FOKOF show.I have to admit I am one of those crap South African's that has very little grasp over any other language except the Queens but fuck I love checking Francois and the boys shake there agro little butts.

I didn't do a whole lot else at the festival but chill the fuck out ! It was rather pleasant watching the skaters and BMX'ers do there ridiculous stunts from my bed in the back of my Tazz panel van while sipping on a warm Black Label enjoying the last of the Styvie Reds.There was however a pool and a bull riding device and sumo wrestling suits to fuck around in and drown out the radio from over yonder.

So.I didn't break/sprain anything, I didn't loose anything, I got great pics and only one person left that festival hating me.Hi Marcus.

Check out the pics @

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