Black Sun 3/7/13 with Richard Youngs, Áine O'Dwyer and Vicky Langan

This was the last Black Sun gig, and it was great. I had forgotten I'd even taken any photos.

Black Sun - dead palm tree - unforced errors - Konica Centuria

As I take more and more digital photographs every roll of film I finish is that bit more special. This particular roll is extra special as it's the last one of a batch of film called Konica Centuria I picked up a couple of years ago I-can't-remember-where. It's one of my favourite-looking colour films, and one of the best-named; futuristic and timeless.It's also not being made anymore, so any stock still around is out of date and going cheap, so I think I'll stock up while I still can. The image above, taken at the Camden Palace, was a semi-accident (as were the last two images in this post) caused not entirely by my slightly ill-functioning camera but more by my own paranoia that said camera was misfiring. When I wound the film on after I took the first photo I took the same photograph again, just in case. So it turns out the film is just not being transported properly. Still, this has given me an idea - take every photograph on a roll of film twice using the camera's multiple exposure lever. This roll is semi-defined by fortunate mistakes.

Blinking Water, Black Sun

The rest of that roll from back in December, my favourite set of doubles for a while, and a new fascination found.

Cork, Black Sun, Backstreets Back, Alright

I feel like the camera has been clamped to my face this last week or so. This evening I'm gonna wade through the billions of photographs produced by a week that included a trip to Cork to see probably the most eye/ear-opening gig I've ever witnessed and two very enjoyable gigs of my own. Also this week: losing my keys, then sort-of losing someone else's keys; cross-town-massive-bag-transport; workworkwork and surprise Christmas tree! The sitting room smells like childhood with the tree in the corner.

The photo above is of Sionnach and Ali's game of peek-a-boo in the Pavillion in Cork, where last minute gig re-arrangements for Vicky's Black Sun night (my first time attending!) were feverishly, calmly being made.