SEPTEMBER 16, 2018 AT 12:49 PM (MALMESBURY, ENGLAND)

BY KEVIN MULLINS

Its been a funny old week.

I’ve been all over the place this week; a couple of weddings, a couple of workshops and also trying to find time to give the new X-T3 a bit of a test.

I picked the camera up and because it’s a prototype, and because I’m not able to edit any RAW files yet, I have used it only for some personal snapshots.

I have this weird thing in my life where, when I get a new camera, I take a very quick snap of whatever is in front of me and keep those snaps as a kind of memory of the day I picked it up.

I have the very first picture I ever took on every single camera I’ve ever owned. Most, of course are sample snaps of a wall, or a table or something.

In this case, I had my friend Neale with me and raised the camera and popped off a bit-to-close-to-be-comfortable portrait of him.

On the weekend I had a workshop in that there London Town and took the X-T3 out for a spin. As I mentioned, I can only shoot JPEG with it, and the theme I’d given the students was light and shadow (original, huh?).

Anyway, I’m sat here on this blustery Sunday morning preparing a presentation for Photokina (you now Me, Bert, Jonas and Pat are all giving talks at Photokina, right? You can find all the details here if you wish. If you are there, please come and say hello. We’d love to catch up with some of you) and have just downloaded some of the images.

So, this week. What’s happening? Well, I’ve another wedding, I’m shooting the Bristol Half Marathon and I’m making a Legacy Film for a retiring architect in London. Coupled with the hustle of album design, blogs, marketing, taking the kids to clubs, trying to get to the gym, school runs yada yada.

I love my job.

Have a happy week everybody. See you next Sunday.

September 15, 2018 at 21h41 PM (Molenbeek, Belgium)

BY BERT STEPHANI

Today Noa played her first basketball game of the season. She’s no giant, she isn’t the female Steph Curry but she plays her heart out. Even with a little ankle injury and a huge lead she went for every loose ball and encouraged her team mates to play tight defense. That’s true sports.

September 14, 2018 at 03h48 PM (Toulouse, France)

6 days ago, on september 8, hundreds of thousands of people had gathered in cities across the world. I was there under the sun, on this little planet, in this tiny town, to feel the event, to ear the voices and songs of children, parents, brothers, sisters, grandparents... One day to say STOP, one day to rise for climate!

"Together they showed the world what real climate leadership looks like. There's no time to lose".
#riseforclimate

Fujifilm Xpro-2 + Fujinon 16-55mm

13 September 2018 at 8:02 pm (Surry Hills, Australia)

13 September 2018 at 8:02 pm (Surry Hills, Australia)

Spring’s arriving.

Sydney’s warming up, flowers are blooming, and beaches are starting to fill up with sun-seekers, and even swimmers.

A birthday lunch on the north side of the bridge took us to the sandy shore, and the signs of the summer to come were everywhere to be seen.

The sun’s getting hard, again. The shadows are crisp and dark, without a cloud in the sky.

Spring’s arrived.

September 12, 2018 at 20:15 pm (Maarslet, Denmark)

Photography and words by Jonas Rask

The annual food festival in Århus is someting that we have attended many times. It’s a very good way to spend a day with the kids, and teaching them the value of a proper meal made from proper ingredients. This year was no different. A joyous mix of generations, all committed to learning and discovering about the fuel that is needed to sustain existence.

All I caught was black and white.

September 11, 2018 at 8:22 AM (Otterburn Park, Canada)

By Patrick La Roque

In his post this week Kevin reflected on our Chronicle journey, on how “the mediocre bubbles to the top”. We knew, going in, how much of a challenge this would be. Namely because once we all agreed to go ahead, we just flipped the switch: we didn’t choose these 90 days for any anticipated fire and fury. We’d roll with the punches, attempt to spin from the fabric of our lives, however grandiose or...mediocre.

In a couple of weeks I’ll be heading to Germany—along with Bert, Kevin and Jonas. Planes, trains and multitudes to fill our days; frenzied nights and likely much too little sleep. But for now there’s grocery shopping with Cynthia and Héloïse, whipping out my iPhone for a few uneven frames while my cameras sit at home. Sometimes your mind is somewhere else when you leave.

For now there’s grocery shopping...and that’s just fine.

September 10, 2018 at 15:15 PM (Motherwell, Scotland)

By Derek Clark

It’s been a heavy weekend of music related stuff. Rock on Friday, Jazz concerts on Saturday and Sunday, then throw in a white seamless shoot with a mobile setup. That would be all well and good, but try fitting sixteen musicians on a 6’x7’ background. I did manage five at one stage, but that was pushing it. I’ll probably end up using the single shots of each musician and then making a composite.

I’m now at my desk. 1:1 preview's have been built in Lightroom and I’m ready to start editing. This is where I tell myself to be ruthless when culling, but I always end up giving myself more work than I need to.
Okay. Cappuccino in front of me. Sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin.

9 SEPTEMBER 2018 AT 12:24 PM (MALMESBURY, ENGLAND)

BY KEVIN MULLINS

Sunday's are always peculiar to me.  If I've shot a wedding on Saturday, I feel like Sunday is my Saturday and as such I'm a bit discombobulated by them.

This weekend, I should have been in China, but the trip was cancelled so yesterday was also affecting my mind.  I spent the day in Bristol with the family shopping and constantly worrying that at any moment I would get a call from a groom asking me where the heck I was! 

The stresses of a wedding photographer, I tell you.

And therein we arrive on Sunday.  This whole Chronicle journey for me has been about openness and I know that on some days, the mediocre bubbles to the top but it's mediocre that interests me in other people's lives.

I'm a photographic voyeur and it's that reason why I love photojournalism with integrity and it's also that reason that Gemma, my wife, is always asking me to deal with the many photo-books I have scattered around the house.

And I have a fairly substantial collection now, I reckon over 300.  I've been meaning to inventory them for a long time and today, that has started.

My Sunday is gorgeous today.  I took a run, had a bit of a struggle with the new puppy (he didn't seem bothered), and started to inventory the books.

Kind of.

Actually, what happened, in reality, was, I pulled some of them off the shelf and started looking at them again.  They are back where they came from now, on the shelf.  Not inventoried and Gemma is giving me one of "those looks".

I think photography is such an important factor in my life. 

I'm not an artist, at least I don't see it that way, I like to just think of myself as a collector of memories (and I hope that doesn't sound pompous).  I photograph and I print.  Our house is full of those captured memories and in a very short period of time, we are having substantial work done on our house.

I'm already thinking about new frames and pictures.  I'd love to have all the walls floor to ceiling with pictures in old frames I find at junk sales.  I feel the frames themselves have memories too.  I can see my books in a big wall to wall shelf at one end of the room.  Maybe with a set of steps on wheels.  A nice tray of Scotch and some glasses at the bottom with a lovely leather armchair and lamp. 

Gemma, does not have the same vision.

PS - All images from the Fujifilm X-T3 Out of Camera JPEGs.

8 SEPTEMBER 2018 AT 9:02 AM (HOLSBEEK, BELGIUM)

BY BERT STEPHANI

Sometimes I wonder, is the forest an escape or is it home?

7 septembre 2018 à 9h42

Accompagné aujourd'hui encore du 80mm pour une petite excursion dans le jardin. Prémisses automnales, parfums de fin de saison, teintes délicieuses... 

Images réalisées avec le boitier Fujifilm x-pro2 + Fujinon 80mm.
Post traitement Velvia.