après l'effondrement, les photos

having weathered the ukelear [sic] meltdown in newcastle-upon-tyne, our comrade williwaw has found himself to be encapsulated in virtual tintypes - behold the visual pleasantries!





during the amp'd uke hijinks that sunday afternoon, the center-stage microphone appeared to be a bit of a gaffer gaff, but in these photos, it appears as though the films are speaking truth to their own power. regards to the photographer/soul-stealer, the mysterious fred pipes