--coromandel portraits

 
 

A road trip up to the beautiful Coromandel coast here in New Zealand and already the waves of the daily toil had broken and been left far behind. I was out for adventure, and if I'm honest, near the top of the list, a portrait shoot.

Upon entering the high street of Coromandel town, my apprehension rose up in me quick. We drove the main drag in about 50 seconds flat and I was convinced that we had already passed by everyone in the whole place. My hopes for a portrait waned. Of course I reprimanded myself soon afterwards and put it down to me being a careless city slicker.

Sure enough it was not long after in a café on the high street that I met Kev. When I say I met Kev, I mean I saw him and thought to myself, "now there's an interesting character", and went right on up and introduced myself. We soon got to chatting and despite his surly appearance was a very pleasant man. He told me in particular about a road trip he had recently taken with his son on his Harley Davidson. It was at this point that I got out the camera and started shooting.

Feeling content and photographically fulfilled, I hardly expected to have yet another opportunity for a shoot. This time it was in Raglan on one of the beaches famous for it's surfing. I was actually just leaving the beach when I happened upon the largest afro that surely ever graced our fair planet. My feet started angling towards this vision as though by some new gravity that could only centre around such a magnificent coif. A quick chat later with the owner of the afro and we were into the shoot. He was absolutely wonderful about it, even stating just where he would like to be, and how we could possibly achieve a more "natural" setting. More natural than the beach was an intriguing notion to me, but far be it for me to argue. I soon realised that the owner of the afro really was the embodiment of cool at this time and place. It was as though he was sent from some higher power to watch over the laid back and confident Raglan surfers; their ambassador should they ever need one.

And so the trip ended with not one but two great opportunities to meet someone new and to experience something a little different.