Yellowman

Nothing much to say about this little chap, seen this afternoon outside a shop in the North Laine. I couldn't tell you what the shop sells because I was so diverted by the paint job on our friend here. It's a horrible colour, badly applied. So why does it work so well? Search me.

After hours barber

Another blast from the recent past tonight. This one's been growing on me slightly since I took it on my way home from the 65daysofstatic gig where this shot was taken. My ears were ringing and I still wasn't sure if I'd caused them permanent damage - the Digital system is L O U D (thankfully it's also very good, so I escaped without any after effects). But as I strolled home, enjoying the peaceful ringing in my ears, I was looking out for photo opportunities. This was the only one I saw and I wasn't all that impressed at the time. I think I was hoping for something a bit more dramatic and gritty - something that might attract the interest of someone like the incomparable Dr Karanka on Flickr. But there were no dramas, just the quiet streets of Brighton, leading to the even quieter streets of Hove. So I made do with this scene, hoping that the door frame might act as an aesthetically pleasing divider between the east facing red chairs and those facing west. And it does. At least I think so.

Raspberry throwback

I'm cutting myself a little slack here. This photo was taken at the end of August but that was a quiet month on Bah! Humbert so I'm allowing a little nostalgia to creep in. I'll let you decide for yourself whether or not this has anything to do with me feeling photographically uninspired at the moment, life being as full as it is of things that happen to be diverting me rather more.

This shot was taken in an old-fashioned Italian café at the Marina, in which one of the largest and most beautiful coffee machines I've ever seen looms like a church organ in the corner, manned by the owner of the establishment, a man who obviously takes great pride in making a damn good cup of coffee. It's the kind of place in which apron-clad waitresses swoop from table to table dispensing good cheer and amazingly dangerous looking cakes, all bathed in a golden glow produced by many spotlights hitting many beige surfaces. It reminded me of a long-gone coffee shop called Buttery One in the middle of Dover, where I used to go as a teenager with fellow public school ne'er-do-wells to sip the same cup of tea for three hours, smoke countless Marlboros and try desperately not to say the wrong thing in front of my mates.

So we sat there for a while, me and my two kids, as I remembered my adolescence and they worked their way through vast piles of home-made ice cream. It was a good afternoon.

Seafront kip

It felt a little intrusive taking a photo of this couple snoozing on the seafront but it made for such a delightful image that I snapped the buggers anyway. For all I know they could have been blind drunk after an epic pub crawl or a three hour lunch, but somehow I doubt it. I prefer to think they'd been strolling around Brighton for much of the day, sat down on this seafront bench and before you know it the sea air had got the better of them. Moments after this was taken one of them probably jolted awake, gently shook the other and shared a joke about not having quite as much energy as they used to. Then they'd have helped each other to their feet and walked slowly home.

Bike porn

I went to the Cycle Show at Earl's Court yesterday, feeling ever so slightly sad about the prospect of spending a day wandering around a large hall full of shiny bikes I had no intention of buying, but also quite excited (sadly enough). I thoroughly enjoyed it, just like I knew I would. I spoke at some length to the Enigma guys about theoretical future purchases of course. They told me about a man who had bought his beloved a titanium framed roadbike with diamonds inlaid into the top tube (as dots on the i of the word Enigma on either side of the tube), and with gold-plated front and rear mechs, gold tyres, and a gold chain. It was an engagement present (she said yes I believe) and amazingly it didn't look at all tacky - no idea how they pulled that off.

There were remarkable bikes everywhere, many of which I took photographs of, needless to say. But there's something about this Moulton that really caught my eye. It's the top of their range (which means it sells for about £6,000) and is made of very narrow stainless steel tubes arranged in an intricate pylon style. An amazing bike and one I'd love to own, obviously. I must be growing up though, because I returned home having spent just £10 - eight of which was on a sandwich and a pint of beer.

Playground numbers

This one was taken while in a state of extreme boredom as I waited for Marni to emerge from her after school art class and Oskar played one-on-one football with his mate Jay. I need to figure out how to use the post-school hour more productively on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, when Marni's occupied and Osk just wants to kick a ball around with his mates. With all due respect to the lad's ever-growing football prowess, there are only so many times you can watch an eight year-old pretend to be a Premiership footballer and act impressed. So I ambled around the playground trying not to look like a pervert as I snapped a few interesting patterns, by far the best of which was this one.

Barking

Textural fun and games today, taken during a visit to Petworth House and its magnificent parkland at the weekend. Nothing much to add to this image really, except that I like it, and that it's typical of a particular kind of photograph I seem to be taking at the moment: slightly more abstract and less conventionally composed than my usual stuff.