Every now and then a photographer shows up on the radar that just makes you wonder what the hell he/she was thinking. This time around we can blame the Swiss. His name is David Houncheringer.
Every city changes when darkness falls. At night, Kingston is as beautiful as it is foreboding.
The other day during my regular trawl through deviantArt I stumbled across the work of a person calling himself ‘Razead’
A gambler, Miss Jamaica, a fish and a Hasselblad.
Photography by Peter Dean Rickards
On a Thursday Night in the middle of the concrete jungle, the Lions come out to play. Already notorious for its garrison politics, this particular downtown community cements its reputation by adding brute sport to its list of attributes. Unyielding to outside authority, its proud residents are often misunderstood by outsiders […]
I was on the balcony of La Roose when an uninvited guest called Death arrived at the British Linkup Dance on Port Henderson road in Kingston.
I went there with a pregnant wife and without doing any research at all. Big mistake.
I‘m in Belgrade at the moment, digging through some old photos that my grandfather, Radomir Milivojevich (1900-1973), took of the Allied Bombing of Belgrade in 1944.
It’s 4 am Saturday morning in Huggins and there’s grown people (and not so grown people) out in the lane…
