Aerial Alps

A few fortuitous aerial shots from my trip out to Italy earlier this summer to shoot the Siena Palio. Always have my camera ready on a flight, you never know what might pop up beneath you!

 


D&AD Next Photographer Awards Interview

A few months ago I was extremely pleased to be shortlisted in the D&AD Next Photographer Awards with some of my images from the series 'Midnight Americana'. Shortly afterwards they asked me to a few questions, and here they are..

'The D&AD Next Photographer Award unearths the best new photographic talent and promote it back to the industry.'

http://www.dandad.org/en/interview-photographer-jack-fillery/

Caffeine Magazine Coffee Cocktails

I was recently commissioned to shoot for Caffeine Magazine, a publication dedicated to all things caffeinated, and the culture surrounding it.  

My task was to photograph a series of delectable coffee cocktails and signature drinks in the cafe's and bars where these delights were created. These included The Artisian at the Langham, Curators Coffee Gallery on Margaret St, and Origin Coffee on Charlotte St in Shoreditch.

 

Tomjachu Bushlodge

Last month I was commissioned to travel to the beautiful Tomajchu Bushlodge in Nelspruit, South Africa to shoot their wonderful wildlife reserve nestled in the heart of the lowveld.

The Pasay Cockpit - A photo essay

In the Philippines there is a joke that if a man's house catches fire, he saves his prize fighting cockerel first, and his wife and children after. Journeying through a few of the hundreds of islands which make up this huge country where almost every household cages a few of these magnificent birds, and having been awoken at the crack of dawn by their rasping crow on more than one occasion, I began to believe that this joke may actually have some foundation.
Although officially basketball is the national sport, cockfighting (or sabong) is just as popular, if not more so, with legal arenas (cockpits) in every major city, and illegal fights (tupada) happening on an almost daily basis all around the country. Many fights are even televised. It is not uncommon for there to be around 30 separate fights on a normal day in an arena, and almost all of these end in mortality for one of the unlucky avians.

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The Human Wheel

This last february I found myself at a religious festival in the small outpost of Hsipaw, Burma. I had met a few local guys earlier in the day who insisted that I jump on the back of their bike and head out of town with to the pagoda that evening. When we arrived I was immediately drawn to the bright lights of the big ferris wheel at the end of the field.

 When I got there, I was slightly bemused by the apparent lack of cables and mechanics attached to the 40 foot wheel, and couldn't figure out how on earth the thing was meant to revolve. As if in answer to my question, two young men of about 16 darted towards the shakey wheel, and scaled it in a matter of seconds.

Once at the top, and the passenger somewhat insecurely seated in the bottom cart, the first youth hurled himself from the top, gripping on to one of the other carts, pulling the wheel around with him. The second swiftly followed suit, and the wheel began to gather pace. Two others at the bottom now grabbed the swinging carts flying past them, and where launched into the air to the top of the wheel to repeat the process. The system became a sort of dance as the boys rotated and launched and rotated and launched and the wheel spun round much to the delight of the little passengers.

Of course, I had to have a go..

Clerkenwell Green

Last week I was working alongside the team at Clerkenwell Green to shoot their new Spring taster menu, in their beautifully warm and cosy railway arch in..you guessed it...Clerkenwell.

Their philosophy is their love of 'creating great tasting and beautiful looking food', and they certainly didn't disappoint this time. The dishes came out of the kitchen thick and fast in a waft of wonderful aromas, and it was all Miko and I could do to keep up with the chefs, and not eat the food before we had shot it.

A few shots from the day to tickle your taste buds..


Life Force Magazine Photo Essay

Once again, the brilliant team at Life Force Magazine have featured on of my photo essays on the Mule Men of Petra in their New Year January Issue. Click the link below to view the feature, and check out the other spectaular work featured in this great magazine,

http://www.lifeforcemagazine.com/jan2015/index_21.htm

 


35mm India

In November I was lucky enough to find myself working out in India for 10 days with the Guiness World Records Team. In amongst our crazy schedule, during which we travelled nearly 5000 miles, and visited inumerable bizarre and wonderful people and locations, I had a few moments to wander the streets with my Grandfather's old Nikon EM, and a couple of reels of very old film. Always nice to dip back into the sense of excitement at getting your film from back the lab, and here are a few of the results.

Pearl and Groove

A few choice images from a shoot with the very talented bakeress Serena Whitefield of the Pearl & Groove bakery. Taking quite a different stance on the presentation of her goods led to some wonderfully graphic images

Life Force Magazine Essay

Very pleased to have been given the opportunity once again by the fantastic Life Force Magazine to have one of my Photo Essays on the Mule Men of Petra featured in this month's issue.

 

http://www.lifeforcemagazine.com/index_23.htm

The Mule Men of Petra

Petra, described by UNESCO as 'on of the most precious culture properties of man's cultural heritage', lies in the South West of Jordan, close to the border of Gaza. The World Heritage site, which has become the symbol of Jordan, was established by the Nabatean people around 312BC, was later invaded and expanded by the Romans, and subsequently the Byzantines, and is now invaded by hoards of tourists each year who make the pilgrimage to witness the incredible feats of engineering and artistry of this early civilisation, and to pay homage to Indiana Jones..
Amongst the ruins of this ancient site, there roam a people as ancient as the carvings themselves. These are the Bedouin people of Petra ('Banū' in arabic); distant relatives of the old residents, who have moved away from their desert-bound semi-nomadic lifestyle to set up shop in providing transport for the more adventurous, and less mobile visitors.
Whether horse, mule or camel, the Banū appear to have a strong relationship with their animals, which historically enabled them to drift through the sands of surrounding deserts in search of trade and water, and which now provide them with a new form of livelihood in the tourist trade.


Interview with ACtheartcollector Magazine

An interview for The Art Collector Magazine about my current exhibition 'An Inflection of India' still showing at The Borough Barista on Seymour St., London

http://www.theartcollector.org/interview-jack-fillery-inflection-india/

Trouville Fish Market

On a recent trip to Normandy, France to see my father, who luckily for me is the foodiest man I know (provided the calorie value is astronomical), I was taken to the fantastic open fish market in Trouville.

Every Sunday, right on the quayside, sitting under colourful awnings you will find various stalls displaying a plethera of fresh, delicious fish and shellfish to tickle your taste buds. Not only can you buy here to take home, but if the mood takes you, and believe me, it takes a lot of people judging by the fight for a stool under one of the umbrellas, you can point at what you are after, and eat it right there and then.

A quick hop to the boulanger across the road for your bread, then the wine shop for a bottle of chardonnay, and you are ready for your platter, served on a tray of ice. You do have to eat everything with your hands, as providing cutlery would mean the stalls would require a restauranteurs license, but the piles of napkins amply make up for this deficiency.. as does the unrivalled food.

Silver Island Yoga

This year I was extremely fortunate to have been invited to work with the very talented Scott Grummett (www.scottgrummett.com) as we embarked on a trip to shoot a recipe book for the Silver Island Yoga retreat (www.silverislandyoga.com); an exclusive retreat promoting healthy living, teaching yoga, and offering delicious healthy food, run by the lovely Corne and Lissa in the azure Aegean sea off the the coast of Greece.

We arrived in Athens, and after a series of early morning taxis and buses, arrived in Orei, a small coastal town where we were to spend the evening before our water taxi the next morning to the island with the other guests. It was here that the photo journey began..

After an evening spent exploring the small town and its faintly old-world, dilapidated atmosphere, and having gorged ourselves on fish and meat (in the knowledge that the next week was going to be a fully vegetarian experience) we awoke early to leave from our room in the only hotel in the town, to meet the guests who would be staying on the island with us, and to be ferried across the bay to the island paradise which awaited.

Two of my favourite moments came on two consecutive nights. The sky being so clear there, I had set out determined to capture some star trails over the island, when on one occasion, a huge and very violent electrical storm surrounded the island, but missed us completely. The sky all around was full of thunder and forks of lightning, and as if in the eye of the storm, I remained completely dry and able to capture just a little of the amazing sight.

The second moment was similarly on a trip to the lighthouse at the other end of the island to see if I could snaffle a 5 hour exposure showing the rotation of the earth, above a derelict sheep shed from the turn of the century. Having set up, I was just painting the building with light when I heard the faintest of rustles above my head and an enormous Eurasian Eagle Owl swooped in to perch right in the centre of the shot. I frantically painted him as much as i could with my rather dim torch, whilst trying to extract my flash from my bag without frightening him away. Sadly I ran out of time and he got bored of me waving my torch at him and flew off as silently as he had arrived. I like to think it was my melodic whistling which brought him close in the first place..

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