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Tahitian tatau filling in the details on the history of humans inking their skin from the South Sea island of Tahiti


Slam City some breaking news from the cities skate parks


The Music of the Sea Deirdre O’Callaghan & Mike in Eire


Magnum P.I. more budget image-making from the art dept.


Chechnya a journey in search of the ‘impossible story’

/ the xerox kid II /

The linear patterns that occurred when taking a single screen grab of video footage from an old-school tape camera were works of art in their own right. I used the technique several times and the results for this Hawaiian shirt feature are some of my favourites.

/ chechnya /

adrenalin 004 / Chechnya feature
pages 76-84 / Notes From Underground: a tour in Russia’s Vietnam
/ 3671 words / 14987 characters
Video grabs & text Christoffer Guldbrandsen

Christoffer Guldbrandsen was working with Danish TV when he quit his job and flew to Russia on a foolhardy and dangerous mission to capture the ‘impossible story’. His film captured the horror of the refugee camps, hospitals and war torn streets in Ingushetia.

/ slam city breaks /

Slam City

Phil Knott didn’t care if his shots showed skateboarders falling over and not completing the trick. One of our editorial team was the infamous Richie ‘9-fingaz’ who had a catalogue of anecdotes about his bone-breaking sporting disasters. It was a perfect excuse for Phil to shoot some pictures of 9-Fingaz falling around on concrete bowls and for me to fake the x-rays of his smashed skeleton.

/ ceol na mara /

Eminent photographer Deirdre O’Callaghan was commissioned to go with Mike on an odyssey exploring the indigenous surfing communities on the west coast of Ireland.

/ mana du tatau /

Illustrated Man

adrenalin 004 / Tahiti tattoo feature
pages 52-61 / 2374 words / 8987 characters
Text Eugenia Maia  Photography Sam Harris

/ a miscellany /

A selection of pages from the fourth issue of adrenalin. 

Herringfleet Mill

Back when I was a kid before I discovered punk rock, the family drove to this wonderful place a lot. I would chase grasshoppers and throw flea darts at my brother, dad birdwatched across the wetlands through his U-boat binoculars and mum would sit down and rest after carrying the picnic all the way from the car through the woods, over stiles and down to the riverside on her own. There was usually a whole roast chicken on a plate wrapped in tin foil and we all had our own plates and cutlery too.

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Snape Maltings

The fact that a world famous homosexual composer of opera came from my home town frequently gives me pleasure and optimism. Like The Borough’s Aldeburgh fisherman Peter Grimes, Benjamin Britten also sought solace from all the wagging tongues and pointed fingers.
In 1966 he found it just up the river Alde at Snape in a disused maltings complex that within a year he had expensively converted into a purpose-built concert hall in which he and his lover, singer Peter Peers, could hang out in privacy whilst rehearsing, developing and performing new works. The hugely popular Aldeburgh festival has been held here since its completion in 1967.

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