Hugh Hamilton

Just for fun really, I've taken to waking before dawn and dragging the old Sinar (I mention the brand only because I always wanted to own one but until digital killed film I could never justify the expense - now you can buy what is new an extremely expensive camera for a few hundred dollars. C'est la vie) down to the beach to photograph the piers...I'm not sure why beyond the obvious. I didn't grow up with them so I find them bizarre and strange and kind of wonderful....and I've always loved the polaroid palette...even though it comes courtesy of Fuji now. But you do have to put up with the weird magenta streaking. And its good for the soul to get away from the digital instant gratification thing. Strange to think that a sixty second wait can no longer be regarded as instant.

Not that man. This the man who directed that man. Cast that man. And this is the BTS video of that man making the next man who could smell like that man. I actually had a great idea for this shoot, and Tom liked it, but didn't have time. But he had an idea. He wanted to be photographed as David Cronenberg - or at least, as Cronenberg had been photographed way back in the time when he only made horror films, leaning on a pile of his films that were oozing blood from the cans......its a bit uncomfortable being asked to shoot a version of someone else's image, but he so wanted to do it. And perhaps I hoped that we could steer it off in a different direction during the shoot. Sigh.....we did and of course the magazine runs with the pastiche.....albeit without the blood. They had a problem with that.

Hence the sanitized cover. Check out the original shots below.

Some outtakes from a shoot for OK's Australian edition, shot here on Venice Beach. Special thanks to legendary assistant Ben Miller for assistance above and beyond the call of duty. The forecast was for raion and clouds and miraculously we had a gorgeous sunny day.