I'm Casey, I'm 23 years old and work at a photography studio in East London. I live in Dalston but I prefer Shoreditch. I can't read maps, I don't like umbrellas and I can often be found with my hood up indoors. I say amazing more than any other adjective, I think this is quite a positive thing.
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August 29, 2011

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August 26, 2011
May 30, 2011
They needed someone to test the lights for a shoot I was assisting on yesterday, I never realised how skinny my legs are.

They needed someone to test the lights for a shoot I was assisting on yesterday, I never realised how skinny my legs are.

March 12, 2011
We are the road crew

Another town another place,

Another girl, another face,

Another truck, another race,

I’m eating junk, feeling bad,

Another night, I’m going mad,

My woman’s leaving, I feel sad,

But I just love the life I lead,

Another beer is what I need,

Another gig my ears bleed,

We Are The Road Crew.

Another town I’ve left behind,

Another drink completely blind,

Another hotel I can’t find,

Another backstage pass for you,

Another tube of super glue,

Another border to get through,

I’m driving like a maniac,

Driving way to hell and back,

Another room a case to pack,

We Are The Road Crew.  

Another hotel we can burn,

Another screw, another turn,

Another Europe map to learn,

Another truckstop on the way,

Another game that I can play,

Another word I learn to say,

Another blasted customs post,

Another bloody foreign coast,

Another set of scars to boast,

We Are The Road Crew.

There’s a 50/50 chance i’ll be going on tour for 12 weeks starting in May. Four weeks in europe and eight weeks in the states, I don’t think I’ve ever had more fingers crossed than I do right now. Last October/November being on tour with the Mystery Jets was pretty much the best three weeks of my life, I couldn’t really have asked for a better experience. That was four weeks in the UK, this is three months overseas, fucking hell I hope I get this

March 2, 2011
Sometimes in the summer when I still lived at my dads house I’d climb out of my bedroom window with a cup of tea onto the windowsill outside and sit and watch the sunset. I took this picture sat on one such day, the suburbs can be a pretty dull place to live when you’re a teenager but occasionally nice things like this happen.

Sometimes in the summer when I still lived at my dads house I’d climb out of my bedroom window with a cup of tea onto the windowsill outside and sit and watch the sunset. I took this picture sat on one such day, the suburbs can be a pretty dull place to live when you’re a teenager but occasionally nice things like this happen.

February 26, 2011
February 25, 2011
If you only knew the plans they had for us.

I should be used to this, I’ve been here before. I like many people have had my fair share of fights and, common with most things in life, sometimes you win, sometimes you lose. I’ve had the shit kicked out of me before, pretty badly once but nothing I didn’t forget about after a few days.

On Monday I got pretty much battered by about 10-15 people who disagreed with my comments made regarding one of them trying to trip me up, basically, like anyone would seeing one person and not noticing his massive crew of mates, I told him to fuck off. As I walk away it becomes clear I’m being sprinted at by said 10-15 people, I ran about 300m outgunning them all the first time around, I’m still pretty fast evidently. After losing them I walked home a stupidly similar route and once again the chase was on, well, I say chase, after running my heart out for the best part of a whole athletics track my legs were shot and I was easily slow enough to take a punch to the back of the head and go down hard on the floor. As much as they tried, none of them managed to knock me out, there were no punches, just hard kicks to the head.

The aftermath? One cracked rib, a scarred up hand a nice collection of bruises and a disenchantment with my home town. I love London more than any place in the world, if you have a creative ounce in your body this place is a kingdom, home to some of the greatest music, art and places to go in the world. In all honesty, I don’t think I could live anywhere else in the UK other than this city, it’s my home, the place I know and the place I see myself becoming successful in whatever way that works out. Lately though, I don’t know if it’s the winter months or just a downturn in the kindness of strangers, this place has just been 13 shades of grey. What happened the other day was just the icing on the cake, 2011 has not been a great year so far to say the least. I sincerely hope things improve, a good gig usually starts things off that way, but if they don’t, well, I hear good things about LA.

February 17, 2011
Once upon a time I had a name and a way, but to you I’m nothing but a number

I can’t remember the last time I made a sand castle and it’s made me a bit sad. Setting out to go to the beach with a bucket and spade, the only tools you needed back then to have fun in the sun. It never got boring and no matter how many relatives knew the best method for ‘The Perfect Castle’ they always looked the same, awesome. I guess that’s something I miss about childhood, the innocence of not really knowing what’s on the other side of life when you become one of those people who just goes to the beach to sunbathe. I don’t like the way adulthood is essentially founded for some people on the basis of establishing a sense of shame, something you don’t really have as a wee-un. I’m not saying I feel the need to rip off my clothes and parade around in a nappy or willingly shit into a potty in front of my close family to a raucous round of applause, I’m just saying, I’d rather be building sandcastles than lying still with my eyes closed. 

But then again, I’m just another dickhead expressing views that ten years ago, prior to the trend of everyone needing to express every single thought they’ve ever had via the internet, would have been forgotten in a matter of minutes. 

Don’t you know ink washes out easier than blood?

February 14, 2011

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January 24, 2011
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