Rebecca and Nadine

Ah, memories of this Icelandic adventure with Dave Rudin and Nadine Stevens…send shivers down my spine. 😆 Because of the epic scenery, of course.

The clang of the age-old god speech /
May it forever play, young and free /
Under the northern lights…

Figures of Grace

Nude, Iceland, 2014

I’ve been away from posting for a couple of weeks (in part because I was away from home for a few days recently), so I’m coming back with a couple of photos of a couple of models in Iceland – Rebecca and Nadine.

These were made during my 2014 trip to Iceland, and I’ve posted some photos with Nadine there previously.  However, on the occasion of these photos, I was working with Rebecca for the first time.  She had been planning to visit Iceland from her home in England and very kindly arranged her schedule so that she could work with me for a couple of days.

The location is a well known waterfall located near one of the major towns on Iceland’s south coast.  As Rebecca had only arrived to meet us late in the morning, we had to make our photos here in the…

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Figures of Grace 2015: Iceland

Dave Rudin has put together an epic calendar of his adventurous, billowing, northerly nudes on the magical island of Iceland. I feature in the autumn (fall) months – September (at Stjórnarfoss with Nadine Stevens), October (at Fjaðrárgljúfur) and November (atJökulsárlón).

Admittedly it’s a bit late to be shopping for a 2015 calendar, but you can look at the pretty pictures here: Figures of Grace 2015: Iceland.

Another Photo in PHOTO

Dave has had a photo published in the French magazine PHOTO, and here is his nice detailed account of our gorgeously icy adventures.

Figures of Grace

Nude, Iceland, 2014

A few months ago, I posted some photos from the beginning of my trip to Iceland last summer.  I really hadn’t planned on posting any more from that trip until I had finished posting more photos from my trip to Iceland in 2013 (and I do indeed have more).

However, I will break with that plan today to post and write about another photo from the 2014 trip.  That’s because I found out today that one of them (yes, the one at the top here) has just been published by the French magazine PHOTO in its annual contest issue.  You may recall that I wrote about a year ago (here) that one of my photos had been included in the contest issue after a six year absence, so it’s gratifying that I was able to get in a second year in a row, and for…

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… on targeted advertising, young Wittgenstein, a wilderness and my elf

I really approve of targeted advertising. In my experience it’s been a win-win situation. (And more generally, I’d say about 80-85% of my happiness and accomplishments in life have been due to searching- and sharing-technology, but that’s a topic for another essay.) In the summer of 2012 my liking a Facey B page on Wittgenstein led to my seeing an ad from Riding-Iceland for a horse trip that would follow the trek that young Wittgenstein and his pal David Pinsent made 100 years earlier in the south of Iceland.

bloggy

Although I always have a moderately large supply of entertaining things to say and share, I’ve been a terrible blogger from the outset. I’ve wondered why, and entertained various hypotheses about it (extreme laziness, shyness, trauma around written assignments ever since Cambridge?) and I realized that the reason I avoid blogging is due to  accumulated guilt about not blogging.

Reykjavík’s neat hour

My second installment of iPhone vid tributes to cool cities. Reykjavík, capital of Iceland, veritable world-class partying town, a considerably cool and cute city on that eccentric island floating in the North Sea. This is Reykjavík’s New Year celebrations which they take very seriously (in so far as they take anything seriously). Music is ‘Reykjavík’ by Sykur. The lyrics in the chorus ‘Reykjavík ϸú vekur mig’ mean ‘Reykjavík you wake me (up)’.

A snapshot of my first month in Berlin

Rumours of my disappearance have not been exaggerated. A couple of months ago I somewhat mysteriously vanished from Cambridge and to my own surprise migrated into Continental Europe.