Sunday, 29 September 2013

I went to football yesterday.

Anyone that really knows me will know that I can't stand football, less the people on the sidelines hurling abuse at the opposing team. But I'm (note the present tense) there to take photographs. It started out as a way to make money (I don't mean to brag, but I am pretty handy with a lens), and turned into a mild, morbid fascination (I sound slightly creepy here, I know); see, I like muscles, and anatomy- god knows we all need endless practise drawing them. As with any other athlete's bodies, it's interesting the way they move and react, the way they get injured and injure (it can be pretty violent, as you're no doubt aware). There are so many ways in which toned muscle can move.

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