Me and Julian back in the day. Notting Hill carnival, London. Wandering somewhere between White City and the drum n bass stage on the corner of All Saints Road and Tavistock Rd. I remember seeing some guy lying on the banister by the steps of a terrace house casually reading Harry Potter as hundreds of thousands of people walked by. Jerk Chicken, Fosters and friends. Good times, good times.
This is an image I made in Switzerland several years ago one summer when my fiend Julian and I went mountain biking in the French Alps for a few weeks. A few days prior to this I had been in a pretty nasty accident, I came off my bike after misjudging the height of a jump into some woods where I couldn't see the landing. I hit the ground pretty hard from about 3 meters in the air and had to be wheeled to the bottom of the hill. After an ambulance ride to the local hospital and several xrays and ultrasounds later, apparently nothing was broken or torn up and I was sent on my way. However my leg still hurt really badly and I couldn't walk properly for weeks afterwards. Determined not to spend the rest of my holiday recuperating in the pool, I went out into the mountains every day with Jules and we rode our bikes really slowly and just took in the amazing mountain life. I remember all the cows in France had giant bells around their necks that rang out whenever they moved. They all looked pretty stressed out by the sounds of the bells constantly ringing and didnt really seem very happy at all. One afternoon we crossed over the border into Switzerland where we were surprised to find none of the cows had bells. They seemed way more chilled out.