Monday, November 30, 2009


Sunday, November 29, 2009


For A Minor Reflection

For a Minor Reflection 'backstage', after their gig.

Woop woop

Close Encounter

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Mar Mikhael

Aida and Chadia.


Wearing Moussa Al Sader.

Cats & Dogs

Shouleh and José.

Friday, November 20, 2009




I love bloody red meat. Beautifully dead.



Friday, November 13, 2009

A thought

I once, from a then pit of desperation, asked my psychiatrist to prescribe me some Prozac, but he said that it was not compatible with my virulent anxiety. Prozac is for the couch potato depressive, and I was a ball of nerves. He gave me an anti-depressant I had never heard of; so I resorted to the internet to find the lesser-known Seroxat community. They never made me happy. They just weren’t on television…

And with the realization of my descent into the pathetic, I mocked myself and was cured.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Friday, November 6, 2009

Roger Ballen: Boarding House

I don't usually post reviews of photographers on this blog, but Roger Ballen has had a massive impact on me since I discovered his book Shadow Chambers. He is now exhibiting a new series from his book Boarding House (Phaidon, 2009), with haunting images exploring the complex psychological world of the human psyche.
I interviewed him for the next issue of Europa, and took the liberty of reproducing it here.

Cut Loose, Roger Ballen


Sliced, Roger Ballen


Rasha Kahil: The pictures are unsettling in the way that they are neither depicting the uncanny nor the sublime. They seem to portray a real that is rooted in the pathos of the human condition, yet depicted within an apparent fictitious space. How do these images reflect your view of the world, or alternatively, your view of the human psyche?
Roger Ballen: My photographs comment on the complex word that we loosely term as reality. Reality is ultimately impossible to define with words, perhaps images will provide some clarity.
It is my belief that the most challenging photographs are those that create a tension between what we refer to as the real and the imaginative.
My images symbolize the chaos around us and our inability to ultimately control our fate. In contrast to this world, my aesthetic is expressed in a very formalistic manner.

RK: You seem to have moved away from using identifiable portraits, and more towards anonymous bodies and hidden identities. Where we once were introduced to people inhabiting the space, you now seem to negate their identities. How do you negotiate the barrier that you now seem to create between the viewer and the subject?
RB: In my previous photographs, my subjects were so intensely powerful that they dominated the viewers perception. Without photographs of faces, the viewer is forced to look elsewhere in the image.
My images are not only about people: they are about animals, objects, and ultimately about a place or a world that most of us have been to in one way or another.

RK: Is there a relationship between the space you create and the setting of South Africa where you reside/work? Are you influenced by your surroundings?
RB: I have lived in South Africa for over thirty years. Over this period, I have had endless experiences which have shaped my identity. Nevertheless, my development as a photographer has been a very gradual one. In the end, I believe that the most important influence on my aesthetic have been the photographs that I have actually taken.
I have never been a photographer that has been overly interested in expressing my relationship to a social, political environment. My emphasis has always been on creating a psychological statement. To ultimately reveal what is hidden in my own psyche.

The Boarding House exhibition is on at Hamiltons Gallery, London until November 20th, and is definitely worth a visit for a beautifully unsettling afternoon out.

Double exposure portrait

Sofa so good

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Halloween dead celebrities

Night of a Thousand Dead Celebs at Metropolis, Hackney.


Sunday, November 1, 2009


The Drums outtakes

I recently shot The Drums for Dazed & Confused magazine.

We were interrupted by a solo guy and his dog who spotted straightaway that they were "a boy band" and promptly asked if they were "a gay boy band?". It broke the ice, which was pretty good.

A thought

I hate my dreams. They are the acid reflux of my nights.