'GET YOUR GOBS OUT' project

I need your gobs. I'm developing a project revolved around the use of our mouths; the normal uses, the perverted uses, the more unusual uses. This series will be on going for a long time producing near to the hundred mark in terms of photographs I wish to have by the completed project.

If you think you would like to take part in this project just leave a comment below or speak to me personally so I can arrange a small shoot to produce the photos. I would just like to say I'm not looking for anything in specific and nothing one dimensional, in fact more towards to the complete opposite of the spectrum. the idea is to capture as many differences in terms of the way we look, our confidence in front of the camera, the way we interact with others and other objects and so forth. 

I will by the end constructed a large scale library of images show casing a huge variety in our species. The photograph above is just a simple one I took of myself as a starting point to my project so by any means don't think the whole series will be as bland as that one. I'll be looking forward to the end result and hope some of you will turn this into something well worth my time.

GET YOUR GOBS OUT 

pinkEYE

So I have a bloody eye infection which in fact makes me look like a drunk, drugged up Chinese bloke. that is all.

Standground Dog Racing

So on the 21st it was my brother Kirk's 21st birthday. Happy Birthday for then Big Bro.

We went to the dog racing which i had never been before, it  was a laugh boozed up on beer braving it out with my money wasting it away. Choosing the dogs with the queerest of names from the lists didn't exactly pay off but never mind had a ball anyway.

He's going to Paris this week with his girlfriend, which i have to admit I have extremely jealous of, he's going to spend the week in some posh tot hotel and do French tings'. I'm forcing it upon his to take a disposable camera, and if he doesn't take one i will be awfully unhappy chappy.

My rock.

A mothers love is the greatest love.

Without my Mum I'd be nothing, she makes my life worth while. We have our squabbles and arguments like any Mother son relationship should but I still adore the woman, she has gone through hell and back just to get me to where I am. I owe a lot more credit and appreciation than I actually give to her, I also owe the world to this superwoman; I'm going to make it my life goal to buy her a yellow Beatle car, a fancy villa abroad and a slice of George Clooneys ass.