Ali ‘Pancho’ Sambi is a Congolese boxer. I made this little video in the build-up to his fourth professional fight. He’s currently 4-0 and looking forward to the next fight at the end of October 2023.
UNIT STILLS IN THE FILM INDUSTRY
Here’s a collection of ‘behind the scenes’ images from the last season (or so) in the South African film industry and a project for Amarula Liqueur, where I worked on a book alongside the film crew.
You can see it HERE
I hope you like the images.
https://issuu.com/nickaldridgephotography/docs/behindthescenes2020
WE WERE WILD AND THEY DOMESTICATED US
When you were a small child you were free. You were wild. You needed to be trained to behave the way your parents wanted you to behave, you needed to be trained to function in the world. You developed ways, instinctively, of getting your needs met. Even in the best, most loving home, this is true. And you needed to do it in a way that made you non-threatening to your parents.
You were domesticated!
The shape you were moulded into was based on the needs of you mother, father, care-giver, society, religion and culture.
If you take a child from anywhere in the world and put them in another culture, not their own, they will learn the language of the new culture and speak it like a native. That’s how adaptive we are as small, wild humans.
But that imprint, that domestication, sticks with us and the world changes. The old programming eventually stops being appropriate to the needs of your new life as an adult. The problem is that the domestication happened so early and you learnt it so well, you think it’s you. You think you are the program. But you aren’t. You are trapped, blinded and paralysed by the very thing that helped you survive! And you can’t grow and you can’t adapt when you can’t differentiate the free, wild, un-patterned self from the imprinted program that you’re running.
Time doesn’t heal. Time solidifies the domestication. It drives the programming into the subconscious and makes it harder to change.
But you can change!
You can change, adapt and thrive when you can identify your programming and separate it from yourself.
First, though, you need to believe that you can change, then you need to start the archaeology.
Understanding your past, and most importantly, recognising that YOUR PAST ISN’T YOU, is how you begin the journey to a new future.
That’s what my approach to coaching is about, quickly recognising the old patterns, weeding them out and replacing them with more effective ones.
I’m offering a fresh round of free intro sessions to 10 people.
If you’re stuck, if you want something different from what you’re seeing in your life everyday, if you just want more, this is for you!
P.S. It’s free because I want you to sign up for a longer series of paid sessions, but I want to deliver enough in your free session that even if you don’t carry on, you have strategies and new insight that will point the way forwards. So, if this speaks to you, send me a DM and we can start the process of getting onto the powerful path of actually CREATING the life you want.
COACHING
Hello Social Media,
I've been absent for a while.
I've been hiding in the shadows.
I was working through a bunch of personal stuff I've been dragging around for years and years.
Part of the process of working it out turned out to be completing the Life Coach Certificate training at School of Life.
There are so many tools I've learnt through the course and through the years of dealing with my own issues, attachments, addictions and beliefs about myself and the world that simply weren't true.
I was alternately bored and terrified by my life. . . but always stuck. . . for years. Sometimes I was excited to be chasing some addictive 'pressure-release valve' that felt great, but always ended with me hating myself a little bit more each time.
I thought I was the MOST STUCK person in the world.
It made me physically, emotionally and mentally ill. It nearly cost me my relationship with my daughter.
But through small adjustments, self-compassion and paying attention to the results of the work I've done, my life has gotten better in the last six months than it's been in years!
2020 was such a blessing for me because I got to work through my sh#t with no distractions.
Does any of this this resonate with you?
Are you sick of the way your life looks and feels?
I'm super amped to start sharing the ways I'm learning to dump the old programs and update the mental and emotional software.
I can't fix you.
Only you can do that.
But we can have an honest conversation that'll hopefully help you see some of the obstacles a bit more clearly.
And I have learned a whole array of tools and techniques for slowly bringing more awareness to how you're showing up in the world and how that stops you from getting what you want.
With some awareness, a wild imagination and some incremental changes, you can start shifting into the person you want to be.
If this feels right for you, I'm offering 10 free Coaching Conversations to the first 10 people who drop me a DM.
I'm looking forward to hearing from you.
BE IMPECCABLE WITH YOUR WORD
I'm a bit obsessed with The Four Agreements. The book by Don Miguel Ruiz.
It's probably the simplest and most valuable tool I have for keeping my life on track and measuring where I'm REALLY stuck (as opposed to where I 'think' I'm stuck).
The First Agreement:
BE IMPECCABLE WITH YOUR WORD
Speak with integrity. Mean what you say. Do what you say you're going to do. Notice how you talk about yourself and others. Your words are magic spells, they hypnotise you and those around you (especially your kids) into believing them to be truth. Like the old political saying: 'tell a lie enough times, it becomes truth'. I don't need to even point out examples of that for you, do I?
Use your words in the direction of truth and love.
And use your words in a way that you start to BELIEVE in yourself. Are you betraying yourself with the way you speak? Every time you say you're going to do something and don't you believe in yourself a little less. Over the years it adds up. How can others trust me if I don't trust my own words? Are you betraying yourself with the way the voices in your head speak to you (and about you)?
Observe yourself talking sh#t about yourself. You wouldn't talk about a stranger like that! So stop!
This is a process, it takes years to de-programme your mind, but start right now! And when you catch yourself, remember to be gentle as you reframe the statement.
Key words to look out for: Should've, Always, Never, I'm so (insert negative judgement). These thoughts/ statements are NEVER true and they serve no good purpose in your life. Weed them out of the garden of your mind.
I'm not a master of this yet, I wouldn't want anyone to receive the kind of criticism I give myself when I'm surfing. It's disgusting! If I heard a parent talking to their kid like that in the supermarket, I like to think I'd intervene!
But I try to bring consciousness to it and STOP it, and re-frame, whenever I can.
Try this: set alarms to go off throughout the day. When the alarm goes off, check your self-talk. If it's negative, congratulate yourself for noticing and turn it into a more positive statement! That's it. Gently open you heart to yourself and others.
If you feel like it, tell me what you noticed.
CINEMATIC
ABSA Credentials
TheProducer.Com - CAPE TOWN CREATIVE COMMUNITY
This is a piece I created with Annika Howe from TheProducer.Com showing some of our favourite people in the Cape Town Stills Production industry. Obviously this is a handful of people in amongst hundreds of the most inspiring create folk I know. Maybe Julie is right and this should be a book? Well, maybe one day I'll get that to happen. But in the meantime here how the piece looked on TheProducer.Com . . .
CAPE TOWN CREATIVE COMMUNITY
Over the course of one very long & productive day, I teamed up with photographer Nick Aldridge as he opened up his photo studio in the Observatory neighborhood in Cape Town. Together, we invited photo industry professionals & crew to have their portraits taken & share their story with us.
Below is an overview of many who were able to join us, and links to their full interviews. Cape town #CrewLove at its finest!
Special thanks to Nick for the imagery & Alanna for the support!
Nick Aldridge - commercial, corporate & editorial photographer focused on creating portraits & visual stories ... and our key collaborator during this portrait series.
Dylan Culhane - artist, creative director & photographer focused on multiple exposure photography.
Lesala Mampa - Model, choreographer & physiotherapist who will leave you feeling happy & energetically balanced simply by his sweet presence.
Emma Wilson - food stylist, chef & director. She'll have you laughing at her fine wit. Read her interview here.
Peter Ekman - a resourceful producer & the owner of Two-Feet Productions.
Michelle Parkin - commercial photographer focused on food & lifestyle content creation. Stay tuned for our hilarious conversation with food stylist, Emma Wilson!
Steve Duke - chef & owner of No Fixed Address catering. Formerly of Vancouver, now supporting Cape Town productions & an Obz street food restaurant.
Gavin Furlonger - One of Nick Aldridge's mentors & pioneer of the 80s Cape Town photography scene. He also runs a veteran archival photography agency and you spot him cruising past in a classic Mercedes as he waves goodbye.
Amori Birch - cruelty-free makeup artist & co-founder of Propolis Africa.
David Kwizera - photo assistant & aspiring photographer.
Julie is a producer and the lively, vivacious host of the weekly radio show "The Julie Show".
Jan Verboom - Cape Town photographer and owner of Roodebloem Studios. Read his interview here.
Louise Park Ross - wardrobe stylist and fashion designer. Read our interview with Louise here.
All images by Nick Aldridge. Interviews by Annika Howe.
The Idea of Water
Here’s a piece I wrote about the Springs Rd Spring, in Newlands, a few months ago:
Over the last few months I’ve had numerous questions from people outside South Africa about the spectacularly badly managed drought in the Western Cape, and Cape Town (the media’s current favourite tourist destination) in particular.
My response is always more or less the same. Yes, there’s a drought and there’s no doubt that it is devastating, but there are so many political agendas at play in the laying of blame and the Enron-style attempts to make a financial killing out of the current crisis that it’s hard to know what the truth is and what can realistically be done about it.
The Day Zero media hype was always going to turn out to be nonsense, but there may still be a real Day Zero, and certainly, for some people no water, or too expensive water, is already a reality.
But, I’m not in the news business or the politics business. I’m interested in something else, something more sublte . . .
There are a couple of natural springs around Cape Town where people have collected their drinking water for years. The place I’ve been collecting water for about the last 10 years (just because it’s delicious mountain spring water) suddenly had a massive increase in visitors as the water scare started.
So, in true corporate-political style, the City tried to a) shut it down, the b) put the water into the main system, but that meant pure spring water being used for flushing toilets and washing dishes, c) when people fought them on it, they tried aggressively policing the area and violence erupted.
But the beautiful story of this particular spring is that the community stepped in and got the City to back down. Private individuals extended the number of taps available and began monitoring the area to prevent abuse.
But the beautiful story of this particular spring is that the community stepped in and got the City to back down. Private individuals extended the number of taps available and began monitoring the area to prevent abuse. The city then closed the road and now simply maintains the peace and traffic flow. It was as if the forces of good had clawed back a small stronghold a few hundred metres long from the powers that be. The feeling of walking into that street is palpably different as you walk past the Metro Police caravan and into the ‘free space’.
Here a beautiful community of young, old, rich poor, white and black people work democratically and gently to share this resource that belongs to all of us.
To me this spring always evokes the same feeling I had when I walked down the street to vote in our first democratic election in 1994. It represents the absolute best of who South Africans can be, when we work together and actually SEE one another (which we often don’t, as we struggle to survive the seemingly endless trials of this country). So, I set up a little studio and shot portraits of some of the water collectors.
What I found were people, just like you and me, with hundreds of different reasons for being there to collect water.
Suraya came a year ago and ended up getting paid a tip for helping an old lady carry her heavy containers, so, having no work, she just kept coming back, helping people and making a bit of money in tips.
A woman with 10 people living in her house and burst pipe got a massive R12 000 bill from the City, so while she’s paying in off, she need to spend no money on municipal water at all. All the water she collects get used multiple times; cooking, washing and finally flushing toilets.
One woman I met runs a hostel for students and makes sure they all have clean drinking water every day, because the water isn’t 100% clean in her area.
The circumstances are all different, but the stories are all essentially the same. Humans need water and we inherently understand that others need water too. So here, where nothing is monetized, the law of the Commons prevails. Mutual respect, patience and understanding seem to be the order of the day.
But, as I so vividly remember thinking on Voting Day back in 1994, these moments seem to exist only as small windows. Everything changes and greed, like nature abhors a vacuum. I’m reminded of the story about the Zen teacher, who’s student commented,’Roshi, you teach non-attachment, but you always drink your tea from the same cup. Isn’t that attachment?’
He replied,’You are right, it’s my favourite cup, because it was given to me by a beloved student, and I love drinking from it, but every day I drink from it as if it is already broken’. So, I go back to the Spring, appreciate the natural abundance, the kind and diverse faces of my fellow Capetonians, but understand that this may simply be a momentary state of grace before the greater currents of climate change, consumption, politics and greed close in again. But the water is sweet and clear and the people are friendly. Long may it last.
CODA
The City of Cape Town recently closed public access to the natural spring in Newlands. They diverted the water and have moved the collection point. I don't know if it will be the same, but the water still flows sweet and pure. I hope the spirit remains the same.
Some Thoughts on Yoga Photography (and a Manifesto of sorts)
There’s a scene in a surf movie, (possibly Thomas Campbell’s ‘The Present’) where Dave Rastovich says that the beauty of surfing, like music, is its ephemeral nature. The fact that things exist only for the time that you are engaged in them was kind of a standard way of existing (and certainly, of experiencing art) for most of human history.
David Byrne in ‘The Way Music Works’ talks about the idea that music is composed for the places and cultures from which it emerges, but prior to recording, the music required people to actually perform the music, and it was never the same ever again! It is also quite possible that an ordinary child in today’s world may have heard more Mozart performed than even Mozart himself, or anyone else of his generation. You’d have been very lucky to have even heard a piece once in a lifetime, properly played by an orchestra, back when Mozart was at the height of his genius.
But that isn’t the world we live in any longer. We now create stuff with an entirely different conception of time! We obsessively self-observe and are constantly bombarded by images of others showing us their peak moments which we then, sitting waiting at the dentist, for example, compare with the most mundane and dreary routines of our own lives.
But I don’t want to get into the whole FOMO-thing here. Someone, smarter than me, has already given a bunch of TED talks about it.
So photographing yoga raises a number of issues. It’s the outward appearance of something that is, in fact, an inner experience and the outer shell of it is, in many ways, completely meaningless, like looking at an iPod and trying to appreciate the owners music taste, while the iPod is switched off!
It’s cool, but offers nothing of itself. So as a photographer, I have to conceive of what I’m doing in a different way in order for it to have any meaning at all.
There are two parts to my personal thought process around this.
The first (and more esoteric) is that the act of watching and recording something, or someone, fundamentally changes the situation. I became very aware of this phenomenon as a very tall, outspoken Jewish white guy trying to be an ‘invisible observer’ in a Muslim protest march, a township taxi war, or in a black nurses strike.
My very presence changed the behaviour of the people I was supposed to be documenting.
It was personally devastating, because without the anonymity I felt I should have had, I was unable to make the kind of images my photojournalist heroes made.
People reacted to me, or performed for the camera with the power of the media I represented, in mind.
I was simply a tool of the agendas of whoever was either in front of the camera, or more frequently, the people who were paying for me to be there. That’s a pretty devastating place for a sensitive little flower like me to find himself, so I quit and had to re-frame what I do.
The second aspect of this is that I’m actually making something.
The image I’ve capture at a two-hundred and fiftieth of a second is not, in fact, a ‘capture’ of something as much as it is something which didn’t exist before!
It is a Thing!
To call a photograph a ‘capture,’ as some people on Instagram seem to do, irks me.
It’s like calling an oak tree a snapshot of sunlight, while not acknowledging the tree for being a thing in, and of, itself!
So with this in mind I always set out to ‘make things.’
A big part of that process is planning and previsualisation.
Ansel Adams said he stopped being just a’photographer’ and started being a ‘artist’, when he returned, days later, from a mountain trip with his pack mule, massive cameras and attendant gear to print a photograph that he had preconceived before he left home.
The Thing-ness of a negative, a glass plate or a print is easier to grasp than the Thing-ness of a digital image, but it is essentially the same if it has been ‘crafted’ by an artisan or artist.
I struggled with this idea for years because my images were never entirely as I had set out to make them.
I thought there was something wrong with my work or worse something wrong with me! This is a very hard judgement to disassemble, and in many ways I’m still doing it.
On the other hand, there are artists like Gary Winogrand, who’s street photography was the essence of the random occurrence. But in the case of Winogrand or or any other artist who sets out to ‘capture’ the randomness of the world around us, it seems to be the conscious ‘looking for’ and ‘opening up’ to randomness that is the previsualisation part of the process. herman de vries, for example, has worked very explicitly with this.
There’s a randomness that infuses everything that I do and I like to leave space for it. I loosely understand the Japanese concept of Wabi Sabi to be this very idea. Allowing nature into the rigidity of one’s composition, or creation, in fact makes it better and deeper, rather than making it a failure.
So I have to some extent found a comforting philosophical way out of that dilemma.
But back to the yoga photos that proliferate so many Instagram feeds around the world. How does someone (me) work with the bodies of dancers and yogis, in photographs, and on social media in a way that doesn’t simply advance the narcissism and shallowness of this bizarrely trivial period of human history? (Not doing backbends in doorways, in a bikini, in Zanzibar, India or Bali while on holiday is a good start!)
How can I a) make good art and b) speak to something deeper than creating even more gym-bunny-porn?
(Don’t get me started on food-porn, that’s a whole other level of fucked up and is even more pervasive and tragic!)
Honestly, I don’t necessarily know that I can. But I can try. So here’s my approach, I try to work like a choreographer. I try to compose the compositions to express something more than just an interesting body shape, perhaps approaching something emotionally, but more often, my personal framework is more Jungian, so it has very subtle references to Archetypal and Mythological teaching stories. So I’m working is the same lineage as many of the great artists from the Renaissance on (I’m not claiming any status by this, just framing my work). Sometimes I discuss this with the subjects in my images and sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I only see the connection in the editing process. I try to work with a strong ‘brief’ for myself. I hate going into a shoot without a clear plan. But I’m completely comfortable with deviating entirely from the plan I started out with.
In fact, deviating from the plan is 100% necessary for any creativity to exist, because as William Kentridge apparently once said, ‘You start at A and head for B in any creative process, but B is a known point, so in order to create something new, you can’t actually just go to B. Somewhere, on the way to B, you find C. And C is a new place!’ That’s where the creativity and the planning and the study and the years of training meet and magically create Art.
It is not to say it’s good art!
That isn’t for the artist to decide. All the artist has to do is create and create and create. The final value judgement is not for the artist to make, just the constant self-reflection of the process that refines the work.
Remember that the yogis, models and characters in my images are people who have worked incredibly hard, or lived very specific lives, to achieve the things they can embody, and while this external shape may not reflect their inner experience, it can create an inner experience for the viewer and that is what I consider my craft to be all about.
So, when you look at my work, you may just see yoga-porn, you may see a well-crafted image and you may feel the whole thing as something deeper, but while I want you to ‘get it’ I can’t really tell you what to ‘get’, or have any attachment to your opinion or judgement at all.
In principle, while you’re viewing my work, I should be off creating something new, because that what I do. Or surfing, because thats what I do too.
Love Deluxe
Here's a little piece I shot and edited for fashion designer Love Deluxe recently, featuring Kathy Lee from the Pole Project as dancer and choreographer.
Inspiration
This must be one of the most beautiful things I've seen on my laptop screen . . .
Necklace of God
- This story originally appeared on Zigzag Magazine's Website on 20 APRIL, 2016
- BY NICK ALDRIDGE
The Maldives, Mala Deva, is a dreamscape for many adventurous surfers. ‘The necklace of God’, is a three part story following a mixed bag of surfers into the tropics for a 10 day surf charter adventure. All words and images ©Nick Aldridge.
THE LUCKY PACKET
The world rocks like a boat in the channel. I dream of coral bottom barrels, warm as a bath, the flow of swell refracting impossibly around the reef in a crazy horseshoe that leaves me facing the place where I took off.
I push under and parrot and butterfly fish scoot away. I dream of a tropical island with perfect waves, white beaches, palm trees and crystal water lapping at my feet under bright blue skies. I dream of ocean crossings, watching atolls and islands drift by and disappear into the blue horizon. I dream of perfect four foot waves, clean offshores and only a couple of friends out. I dream of sleepy islanders emerging from their houses as the relative cool of sunset makes an evening stroll with friends nothing but a pleasure after a long hot tropical day.
Disorientated, I wake up in a stripped-bare hotel room that still sways as I stagger to the shower, under a cranky ceiling fan, wondering when my world stopped being the perfect simplicity of life on a charter boat.
WHEREVER YOU GO, THERE YOU ARE
The Maldives. Mala Deva, Sanskrit for ‘the necklace of god’. A chain of atolls strung in a vertical line just south west of Sri Lanka. The atolls mark the crater rims of ancient volcanoes. Atolls contain atolls within the atolls, circles inside circles in a kind of oversized series of cell diagrams from biology class.
We cross the street from the airport, jump on a ferry and head out into the parking lot of super yachts for the mega-rich, looking for our home for the next 10 days. The Hamathi is an 80ft surf charter, run by True Blue Travel in partnership with ‘Perfect Wave’, that earns its crust ferrying surf tourists, like me, through the uncrowded waters of the Central Atolls. The boat is perfect. Simple, yet comfortable.
Unlike the experience of being on a boat trip with a bunch of your mates, we’re a ragtag group of individuals. It’s a lucky packet surf trip. A group of strangers thrown together in a confined space for 10 days, united only by our enthusiasm for surfing and the fact that we’ve all managed to stump up the cash to pay for the experience. A benign group of white men, mostly with kids, mostly in our 40’s and early 50’s. Living the dream? A modern reflection of the old surf cliché.
We come to relish the drone of the motors and the gentle listing of the Hamathi as she cuts through the viscous blue, it’s the sound of not needing to be anywhere else, not having to do anything other than watch the horizon, surf that wave, drink this beer. My phone is off. I’ve forgotten to set an out-of-office thingy on my email, but fuck it, I’m not a heart surgeon, no one’s gonna die if I’m AWOL.
By the third day, I can’t remember the names of the places we’ve been and the waves we’ve surfed. It’s only by looking at my photographs that I have a vague recollection of spaces and times that are not the present. I don’t know where we are on a map and I’m not 100% sure where we’re going, because I don’t have to think about any of that.
The Maldives, Mala Deva, is a dreamscape for many adventurous surfers. ‘The necklace of God’, is a three part story following a mixed bag of surfers into the tropics for a 10 day surf charter adventure. All words and images ©Nick Aldridge.
BEHIND THE POSTCARD
Surf travel has changed. Or maybe I just couldn’t afford this kind of surf travel before. We don’t have to explore or think too much. We don’t have to suffer to get to the perfect surf. Someone will take care of it. I’ve never imagined myself on this kind of trip. But there is a deep sense of contentment amongst our motley crew. They’ve worked hard to get here.
Chris grafts ten hours a day in the blazing sun fitting roofs in Australia, comes home to look after three girls under 8 years old as his wife goes off to teach at night school, and then puts in three more hours on the admin after the kids are asleep. Everyday. He surfs, eats, sleeps and reads novels and laughs quietly at the banter over meals. He deserves this. The other guys on the boat are no different. By the sweat of your brow you’ll get to go on boat trips with your bros.
And while the Hamathi bobs on the tides of this hard-earned idyllic escapism, the resource that fuels the country’s economy, the reality of the Maldives shimmers as if in another dimension.
It is well known that the Maldives is the lowest country on earth, a string of islands on the verge of being wiped off the map by rising sea levels caused by global warming. Swallowed entirely by humanity’s indifference. Beneath the surface, and on page five of the international political headlines, this is functionally a one-party-state, where the nation’s first and only ever democratically-elected president, Mohamed Nasheed, a former human rights activist who brought the country’s environmental plight to global attention, is now serving a 13-year prison sentence on politically motivated charges of ‘terrorism’.
Posters and graffiti around Malé town demand the release of their ‘Climate Hero’. The social and environmental activism of the imprisoned ex-president Nasheed are a distasteful smudge on the marketing strategies of the Maldives property / political elite who run the country’s tourism industry. Politics, environmentalism and democracy really (or is that rarely) interfere with the story of escapism that Maldives tourism sells the world. The island chain seems to exist solely as a playground for our sterile nouveau-riche tropical fantasies.
On a boat trip in the Maldives you will not be challenged. The locals will not bother you in the line-up. This isn’t Uluwatu, or J-Bay, or the Gold Coast, where the residents surf better than you. There is only this endless horizontal blue line punctuated occasionally by the blips of coral and palms trees, like the pulse on a dying man’s heart rate monitor. The Maldives is like a blank canvas, depopulated and packaged for sale so you can occupy it, for a price, and fill up the space, momentarily, with your dream of paradise that invariably reflects your version of tropical surf adventure back at yourself – to be shared on Facebook later, of course. For you the national language is English (it’s actually Dhihevi) and the currency US Dollars (it’s actually the Rufiyaa). Because you, the visitor, will never see behind the curtain of this extremely private place.
The Arsehole, a Dark Comedy
This is from a while ago. I was Director of Photography on this little film by Phil Gardner. I won an award at a short film competition for Best Cinematography. I'm still quite proud of the nightclub singer scene because I build the entire set alone in an hour in a church hall.
Elephants, Poets and Sneakers
As we speak master designer Shani Ahmed is putting the finishing touches on The Amarula Chronicles, a book documenting the history of one of South Africa's most iconic brands and a pioneer of brands consciously supporting research and conservation work in a field that relates to them, in this case, Elephants. READ MORE HERE
Corona x Parley J Bay 2017
I got to work with Monster Children Creative and Parley, an exciting ocean-oriented environmental organisation and partner with Corona, at the J-Bay Open. The project was great, but Supertubes stole the show. It is quite something to see the world's best surfers surfing the best right hand pointbreak in the world! READ MORE HERE
Studio Work and Horses - Newsletter
Studio work for Virgin Active's new Classic Clubs READ MORE