Emmy at school

I think it was Monday last week that i shot Emmy. Time seems to be something i've lost interest in these holidays. I work most nights, have too many photos to process and am looking forward to attaining another hobby. In fact, as well as working last night, (which to many a normal person was New Years Eve, happy new years everyone) I'm stuck with consecutive shifts that take me all the way into next Tuesday, Gee i can't wait to get there.

Back to the point Trent.

Yes.

Had some reservations at first about this shoot, mainly as it had been so long since i'd worked with someone new on my own, and cause i haven't really spent much time with Emmy before.
However, the morning was incredibly awesome. Emmy was a fantastic model. She was tolerant of my continuous repositioning and direction and provided me with a very nice array of images.

More Emmy here

Breaking

I spent most of Sunday at Baskerville racetrack. This place is a little out in the suburbs, but holds some nice hilly ground, and who better to be there with than motoring enthusiast family, the Crocombes. My earliest experiences of doing anything mechanical are with these guys. Riding a 20 year old motorbike through forests, trail routes in front yards and of course plenty of dismantling and drinking. It was heaven for a guy growing up in a small town.

I was only expecting a small turnout at the track, but was surprised to find an avid collection of various cars set for some circuitry. So, after hooking myself up with a couple of laps in an M3, i set out to a rising corner right at the peak of the track. As this was on the very edge of the circuit, there was no where for me to sit apart from a set of retaining tyres, which would stop a car from driving off the outside of the corner. I realised that i myself would become part of the barricade if a car didn't take the corner correctly after a 1992 commodore driven by a madman who had "no respect for his car" almost took me out, very exciting.

This photograph is of Pete, a crazy little guy who's bloody good at being a monster on the bike.
He's got a calm and cool little manner, and is seen here is waving at his collection of lady followers.

What is a man?

I want to write about a little something quite dear to my heart, manliness.

Firstly, a disclaimer: I am not going to cover this in its entirety, firstly because generally i let my pictures do the talking, secondly, because i've got a massive cheap steak to cook for myself (which i need to eat as i'm a man).

Where was i... Anyway, so i like to keep myself busy with stuff, and by stuff i mean great loads of it, usually to the point of my confusion. On Sunday night, Kurt and myself drove out to some prime locations to photograph his car. I'm not really the kind of guy to get all excited about cars, but it's good to organise them around places that makes them look better, or suits their appeal.

Generally, that's one of the challenges i like about photography. You get your thing, car, jewelry, tree, car wearing jewelry in tree, and you try and make it look as good as it can.

This shot was taken on the Beat at the Domain in Hobart, "but the Beat is a hangout for gay men looking for relations with other gay men!" i hear you scream. Actually no, not tonight, not since Kurt and i crossed eyes with some mean looking Commodore enthusiasts on the drive back down. Those of rougher status amongst society are transforming our favorite homosexual hangout to a classy patch where discussions of welfare cheating, car thieving and school burning take place. There's an observation for you, the world is changing.

Hanging out in Barns

Although i pretend to be a photographer, i feel a deep yearning to be a male model. Just to cruise around, looking good, drinking water and posing would be the life for me.

Actually no, i'll take that back.
Photography is good, and i like it
Yesterday was more hard work than a six hour day in primary school. My brain overheated twice and i just about made it through two chicken burger 'with the lot' s.

More shooting today, this time in Rokeby, which is exciting because the annual blade fighting championships are being held in neighboring ClarendonVale.

Bird-Dad

Alright, so it's quite late now, but i can't just ignore this growing, living thing that i've started.

I've recently acquired Andrew BIRD's album, Noble Beast. The man is a volcano of violin plucking talent, and i'm glad to have been put onto him by an old american friend.

Tomorrow is also ma biggest fashion shoot of the whole year, so i'll be taken my time, watching the shots and making sure everything goes damn well. Location is a very old barn in the centre of Bagdad, that's where this image comes from.

This Bird-fellow wasn't looking 100% when i found him chilling out on a windowsill, but after about five takes we got the shot that worked best for both of us, (he wanted the emphasis on his legs, as his head wasn't his favorite feature).

Here's to finding beauty where others may not.

Goodwood is Good

One of the things i'm gonna do these holidays is photograph more of the fine people i share this state with. I've got a good feeling about it, especially after photographing this girl, Charlotte.
For this shoot, i wanted to be a little adventurous with my location, so Charlotte and i jumped into my truck and headed out into Goodwood, home to many commercial estates and also many a smashed up vehicle.

This was also my first time using a collection of Nikon speedlights, technical data goes:
SB800 on camera triggering SB600 on camera right, zoomed to 85mm, with dome diffuser.
Exposure through CLS.

Hero of the open water

This is from the spear fishing adventure that took place on Tuesday. I sit second from left, surrounded by Thom, Ben (having some prefishing drinks) and Damon (wearing hat).
I managed to convince one fish to get into our fish crate, personally something that i was quite proud of.

My back stings like it was scratched by a thousand wolverines, probably should have worn more sunscreen.

Intro

I keep putting off throwing up a first post, maybe because i feel like it's going to take a while to get this baby flying. I'll start off with one little block of writing then i'll do some more tomorrow, that'll work sexcellently.

Introduction.
My name is Trent Binning, I'm a 21 year old student currently on a large summer break before my third year of art school, of which i attend in the sleepy world of Tasmania. I like photography, so thought that I'd study that. I'm not awesome at being conceptual, but am awesome at loading and rewinding film.

My parents are from New Zealand and England, which means that i look surprisingly ordinary, no, i do have ears like a wood elf. I'm not into religion, god and all that stuff. I'm pretty happy just having one life and seeing how far i can get with it.

I rarely update my small collection of clothing, and have a bad habit of being rather frugal with my money, which does not really help me make friends at bars.

That's it for now.