Back to the Boatyard. Work, Rest & Play with Krystal J

 I received a “Coming out to play” invite from Krystal. She hadn’t a location in mind, so I suggested the Pin Mill Boat Graveyard. She was very excited by the slightly eerie vibe. We share a mutual fascination for derelict and abandoned places and this wavelength certainly helps cement the creative harmony. Krystal is an experienced model. She started with bridal and transitioned toward the “alternative” genre via custom motorcycle publications, including Back Street Heroes.  

I’d prepared for most eventualities- towels, bucket, solvent cleaner, snacks, change of clothes, waterproof hiking boots and first aid kit. However, we were able to shoot uninterrupted, save for the odd friendly greeting from dog walkers negotiating the wooded trail above. An elderly couple were also capturing the wrecks with their SLRs, so we kept a respectful distance.  

 

I was earlier than originally planned and traffic was light, so the tide was also in our favour. The final set was taken as the tide was racing in, but we had a good 90 minutes prior to that. All were shot using my Sony A6000 and A6300 bodies with Viltrox 23mm 1.4 and Viltrox 33mm 1.4 prime lenses.   

Ship To Shore...

 A combination of Christmas and Covid surges meant shooting models and indeed, people generally were off the table. Determined to get creative behind the lens. Poor weather and low light were similar things to negotiate, and I didn’t fancy a mission, distance-wise. 

Then came a tip-off about a boat graveyard, around 35-40minutes from me. Cursory checks of tide times, parking, and general conditions deemed it viable, so I set off at 730am the next morning. Easily accessed, the site is decidedly eerie, was a palpable sense of being watched. Nonetheless, I was undisturbed for 45 minutes, whereupon I felt it best to discretely plod on home...  

Shooting with Sam

Sam is a novice model, who wanted to cultivate a strong port-folio. While modelling has certainly become less prescriptive, male models seeking editorial and fashion assignments should stand at least 1m80 tall. 

Sam stands 1m90 and weighs a commensurate 86kilos. He is looking toward fashion and lifestyle but very keen to avoid nude, implied, or similarly provocative style. Genres which might compromise his career prospects, beyond modelling.

Based in Chelmsford, Southend was within easy reach for both of us, and offers a decent mix of backdrops.

Having met by Southend Central Station, I took him to a favourite row of murals and shot a few frames to warm up, gauge camera settings and put him at ease. Several large retail outlets had folded, their premises shuttered and seemingly derelict. However, street homelessness was less apparent than September, when I shot with Gena Rose.

I didn’t want to reuse those backdrops, so we moved to London Rd. An alleyway, behind a row of derelict shops, to be precise. I was looking for a wrought iron/similarly industrial looking staircase.

These would provide a slightly edgier feel, while accentuating his height and build. Though seemingly deserted, being the alley was a dead end we needed to shoot quickly.

I switched to my Samsung NX3000 and 30mm f2 lens.

Discarded cans of lager, baby baths and a decomposing sludge also prompted more careful risk assessment.  Despite the heightened sense of alert, we progressed, uninterrupted and at a calm, purposeful pace for fifteen minutes.  

Next destination was a coin operated (and seemingly) self-service, Launderette.

Aside from two women (who later revealed they were hoping Sam was going to re-enact the iconic 1985 Levi’s 501 commercial) we were left in peace, to tweak settings, retouch hair, and thaw out a little.

Our audience was gracious but neither of us fancied a long, potentially difficult explanation, with an attendant, or owner. So, we smiled, nodded and moved to more salubrious, residential side streets. I’d parked along one, and clocked some garage doors, with peeling paint. Perfect.

Being private property, I knocked at the house. No-one was home, or at least, willing to engage. Therefore, being in full view of passers-by I directed Sam for several frames, and a total of ten minutes. By this point, (a good 90 minutes in) I decided we’d earned lunch, and a break.   

Re-fuelled, we headed to the Kursaal, and to our final set, since more wintry weather and low cloud were beginning to encroach. The old Grosvenor rock factory, and shuttered arcades proved perfect backdrops.

Heading back towards the station, we were approached by a young man, begging for money. I will buy food/coffee/similar but don’t give cash, since it is often used to fuel an addiction.

Something that became very apparent, when the man’s trouser leg lifted, revealing a badly ulcerated calf and foot, complete with track marks…All too prevalent in the once proud, and bustling seaside towns.  

Don’t Take Our Decay Away

There’s a lot to say for studio shooting, when the mercury slides into single figures. However, Krystal and I weren’t deterred by November’s chill, so went in search of something quite dramatic.

Beacon Hill Fort has been a fort since Tudor times. It was subsequently upgraded to meet the needs of both World Wars. The fort was finally decommissioned I 1956, and had been steadily reclaimed by Mother Nature, Graffiti artists and transient visitors, in the decades since.

It has been purchased by Barry Sharp and Paul Valentine. Not for redevelopment, but rather restoration. The roads, buildings and structures are being cleared of 20^th/21^st century rubbish. Anything that remained at decommission, will be retained. Trees, ivy and other foliage damaging the structures, is being removed and any unsafe areas fenced off.

The vision is to reconnect services, electricity and telephones to appropriate buildings, restoring them to their decommissioned state. Their intention is that Beacon hill will be re-opened and managed, for the benefit of the local community.

Serendipity is a recurrent theme of my location shoots…Having found the site, we began shooting at outbuildings and sea defences, accessible from the roadside. 90 minutes later, we were feeling the cold. Back to the relative comfort of my MK1 KA’s heater and some refreshment.  

Ten minutes hence, curiosity got the better of us. So, we walked to the main gate and I contacted Barry Sharp, on the off-chance we might be permitted access. In principle, he had no problems with my request. He graciously invited us to speak with Paul, who was already on site. 

Within a few minutes. Paul arrived at the gates and graciously invited us inside. We were given a map detailing access points and agreed to the “Own risk” proviso.  My experience in industrial contexts and indeed, previous professions means I risk assess very carefully, and understand the potential dangers presented. Although Krystal was rather perturbed at finding herself stood in a pentagon, while posing in the observation tower’s upper floor!  

By 2.45, light was at a premium. However, we worked quickly and achieved the desired results.

A big "thank you" to Barry and Paul, for being such generous and accommodating hosts.

https://www.beaconhillfort.org.uk/