Marc Provins

I much prefer the word oblong to rectangle, it sounds more descriptive and less technical.  I'm always pleased when something emerges through my photography that has been bouncing around in my head and these two pictures from a trip to Llandudno yesterday are a case in point. I've been thinking about height and width, shape, composition, framing, in short the canvas size that we all have to consider when making pictures.  I imagine that most photographers happily stick to the shape of the picture forced on them by the maker of their camera, this usually being based on the proportions of the sensor and reflected by the shape of the viewfinder or screen. Although it's possible to change this in the menu or to crop the image later on in post-production, I wonder how many people do this on a regular basis.  One of the reasons I struggled with digital photography for some time was the shape of the final picture. Most contemporary cameras adopt the proportions o...

From multi storey car parks to duck eggs in a day... I couldn't resist documenting the simple beauty of these eggs as the colour was so delicate and so different to a chicken's egg. I like circles within squares too so visually everything worked for me. I've mentioned before how concrete makes me think of Basildon where I was born, well the next chapter of my early life was in rural Gloucestershire where my parents were attempting to live off the land. We had goats, chickens and yes ducks, well one duck and one drake. They had a lovely gentle nature and seemed very content with their lot sticking together like an old married couple. It's been a long time since I've eaten duck eggs and the only reason I did was due to a super reduced price in the supermarket. This is where the blog title comes from; In our local Booths they use yolk coloured labels to mark down the reduced produce, my partner describes the excited state you enter on searching th...

The flattop haircut is the perfect style for a control freak or perfectionist. I should know as I am a bit of both of those and really enjoyed my flattop days. There is an element of ceremony, almost ritual to having a haircut anyway but the introduction of the flattop comb really enhances that experience. The style itself also knocks any hint of wave or curl into a cocked hat, meaning a level of neatness and uniformity is achieved. So all of these thoughts arose after seeing the specimen above, and I started to wonder if the residents of this 70's semi had flattops or expressed traits of control freakiness. This is also one of my favourite subjects, the suburban front garden. It is where street life and the domestic meet and what people choose to display is quite revealing about what goes on indoors.