The Shutter Pirates

We're throwing an exhibition called Paper Pirates and we need your help! Click here to check it out.

19.5.12 - Buy This Print

Play it as it lies.

Joe.

18.5.12 - Buy This Print

I suggested 'insert caption here' for the shot below.

In hindsight, it's a little coarse.

Anyway, this photo (above) is for Lou.

Tim.

17.5.12 - Buy This Print

Mulling over a caption for this is not going to make it any better than it already is.

Joe.

17.5.12 - Buy This Print

Alright, like it says above, we're putting on a pirate exhibition.

Click here to see the second lot of contributions.

Tim & Joe.

16.5.12 - Buy This Print

What is this, fucking tumblr?

Joe.

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Norse of course.

Tim.

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Ventanas y lineas.

Joe.

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Safe travels Monty.

You will be missed.

Tim.

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Night cricket with Dhruv and the lads.

Tim.

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Nature calls.

Joe.

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Alright, like it says above, we're putting on a pirate exhibition.

Click here to see the first lot of contributions.

Tim.

10.5.12 - Buy This Print

Out of shape #2

Joe.

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She's pulling a face and she still looks good here, you should see her when she's smiling. Congratulations on the graduation sis.

Joe.

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The photographs were taken on an iPhone, so I'll try and use my words to paint a more accurate picture.

Click here to read about my trip to the BDSM club.

Tim.

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The bondage party was, bizarrely, quite wholesome.

Tim.

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Yep, it hurt.

Tim.

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This guy was alive.

Joe.

2.5.12 - Buy This Print

Out of shape.

Joe.

2.5.12 - Buy This Print

Listen to THIS, and read this:

Francisco, struggling in the elusive fog of a counterfeit reality, his life a fraud staged by the two who were dearest to him and most trusted, struggling to grasp what was missing from his happiness, struggling down the brittle scaffold of a lie over the abyss of discovery that he was not the man she loved, but only a resented substitute, half-charity-patient, half-crutch, his perceptiveness becoming his danger and only his surrender to lethargic stupidity protecting the shoddy structure of his joy, struggling and giving up and settling into the dreary routine of the conviction that fulfillment is impossible to man - the three of them, who had had all the gifts of existence spread out before them, ending up as embittered hulks, who cry in depsair that life is frustration - the frustration of not being able to make unreality real. - Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged, 1957.

(Joe).

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Despite never speaking a word to him I felt a strange connection to this man.

We would both head to the roast duck place in North Point at around 1pm to order our meat on rice - usually duck but sometimes pork - and sit down to eat with a comic book or in my case a new John Jeremiah Sullivan essay.

I had just discovered Sullivan's essays through Lily and they were the perfect length to read over lunch.

I have no idea what this guy's name was or what he's about other than he likes comic books, but in a city of six million strangers it still kinda felt like something.

Tim.

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Let me forget about today until tomorrow is a Bob Dylan lyric. I didn't make it up. Just wanted to get that off my chest.

It's always great when Tim gets ranty.

Joe.

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Is anyone else just a touch disappointed that it's going to take a political finance controversy to get rid of a law maker who is openly homophobic, misogynistic, racist and generally a total cock?

Thank God for Kim Dot Com I suppose.

Tim.

p.s. If I wasn't in such a ranty mood I would have said that the photo above concludes the basketball photographs. For now.